What’s a Harbinger for Today?

“Me”

It’s 33 degrees with flurries and I just messed up my first sip of coffee. It went down the wrong tube. I am not sure what tube it went down. Which invoked a sneeze of sorts, all over my computer screen.

So I turned to a sonata for flute and harp by Claude Debussy. A little classical music helps. But not for the cats, as they are running around upstairs like a bunch of rhinos.

There seems to be a coup in the United Stated government.

I fell asleep last night at eight a clock on the sofa. Now my back is sore. I memorized a list of splitable German verbs before falling asleep last night. Let’s see if I can use them correctly.

Yeah the word coup, slipped into this diatribe, hope it didn’t go unnoticed.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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