Dear Steve Miller,
Thanks for writing that dandy lyric. Sure is what I'm feeling these days.
The future seems to be rushing past me routinely these days, while I make my dazed way through perhaps a few too many juggled obligations. I want to get up in the middle of the night and stab our alarm clock, just to try slowing it down a little bit.
Somewhere along the way, I hope to catch the future's coattail, and hitch a ride. Until then, I'll be over in the corner, waiting to see what needs to get handled next.
Squeaky wheel gets the oil!
Chow for now...
2 comments:
Roger that Mr. I wonder if the day will ever come when we can just breathe. (And for more than 1 day!)
There WILL come a day!
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