i am weary, let me rest
Oh I am tired. Tired of work and chores and leeches and admnistration and service and married people and whining children and forgetful parents and driving and boys and . . . well the last maybe not. No, I'll never be tired of boys.
But the upshot is, I am tired, and getting tireder, and it is good that summer is ending because things are going to change come September and I'm not going to work so much and not feel guilty and not be tired.
Then I shall be wishing for Ben and Simon and David and all the mystery men of yore that were just flashes of light on the camera oscura.
But the upshot is, I am tired, and getting tireder, and it is good that summer is ending because things are going to change come September and I'm not going to work so much and not feel guilty and not be tired.
Then I shall be wishing for Ben and Simon and David and all the mystery men of yore that were just flashes of light on the camera oscura.