Toward an end, a real nail biter
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 . . .