I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, February 17, 2012

Where's Steve

Sorry. Sick. Noon doctor's appointment. Rush jobs at work. Alligator quotient is "drowning." Hopefully more later today, tonight, and maybe over the weekend. Hope all your weeks are going better than mine.

2 comments:

fabutronic sheila said...

Sorry to hear that you're under the weather. Take care and feel better soon!

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks, Sheila. I think I've taken every anti-histamine in the house.