...Saw Each Other In Half...
What bugs me is that I'm a terrible card player, too. That doesn't seem just.
I need to take up a social vice, because all of mine are too private. Wait, scratch that plan - I hate people...I'll think of something.
It's not that I don't want to express myself; it just takes so much energy to be outwardly angry or depressed, or happy for that matter. Try as I might, I just get too tired too quick - I can't keep it up for more than a few minutes at a time. As a side note, my ex-wife used to complain about that, too. Anyway, we'll go back to the surface not reflecting the depths, as that seems to work fine.
Cookies are quite helpful. These aren't as good as your concoctions, Mother, but they will suffice.
Turns out, 9-15, it was 2 and some 3.
"Remember, this day will not dawn again." ~ Virgil, to Dante, from The Purgatorio, Canto XII.
And someday I'll see the sailboat, too.