The gauntlet
I woke up today looking forward to what it would bring, got more and more pissed off as events unfolded - perhaps "collapsed" would be a better word - then became so frustrated that I made several of my trademark rash decisions; at last I was coaxed into a state of good feeling by a most unlikely source. That welcome emotion stayed with me through the remainder of the day's action, which ended with a most pleasant orchestration of an inevitable plot development. I, for one, like this story.
Who knows what the future brings? The man I will be tomorrow has a pretty good idea, but he's not talking. Mayhap our impending performance in Morristown (about which I was greatly concerned earlier) will be a smashing success; certainly there will be many friendly faces in the crowd. Certainly also my Shotgun Plan will ensure an unprecedented degree of financial security and, much more importantly, happiness, if only I can carry it out. (Forgive my incredible verbosity; I have been reading Melville.) As for that other shining facet of my life, a quotation by a film version of Robert E. Lee comes to mind: "Since when have we ever concerned ourselves with numbers?"
Who knows what the future brings? The man I will be tomorrow has a pretty good idea, but he's not talking. Mayhap our impending performance in Morristown (about which I was greatly concerned earlier) will be a smashing success; certainly there will be many friendly faces in the crowd. Certainly also my Shotgun Plan will ensure an unprecedented degree of financial security and, much more importantly, happiness, if only I can carry it out. (Forgive my incredible verbosity; I have been reading Melville.) As for that other shining facet of my life, a quotation by a film version of Robert E. Lee comes to mind: "Since when have we ever concerned ourselves with numbers?"