Draw the Blinds

The urges to hunker down, draw the blinds and sip something warming from the Japanese tea cup are never a good sign, so what do you do? Bash about the house, warding off devils and keeping busier than you’ve ever known, with leaking toddlers and an administrative purgatory calling you from the same damn machine you use to record your plight. Bah. The caricatured hills and trees. The broken blue and that damn round headed beast ever time you stoke the fires of the futile mechanism. If only you had one of those graceful, space age species, cool to the touch and ever so graceful. Once again, not a good sign, sniffing around the specs and measurements of toys and gadgets, rather than stopping to drink from the stream by the wayside.