Here’s to Forward

Reader/writer

Feeder/fighter

Toward an end, a real nail biter

Morning rush

My mind a mush

Feeling like it’s post all-nighter

On my train

There is no pain

A smile is coming to my lips

In my seat

My self replete

With hope, from toes to fingertips

Well . . . that’s all I got for now. Three more MAX stops to the 33 bus and 3 x 3 = 9 which is fine. Ode to Joy while I bite my nails . . . which I never, nor shall I ever do.

I use a nicely-designed pair of clippers from Germany.

Hi ho, hi ho . . .