Wednesday, March 9, 2022

Oddly Pathetic, Old-Timey Version

 Lately, I’ve been living the second verse of “You Are My Sunshine”.

The other night dear as I lay sleeping, 

I dreamed I held you in my arms

When I awoke dear, I was mistaken,

So I bowed my head and I cried.

OK, I’m not crying, but I do feel pretty pathetic for having dreams about the past. Now’s an extra bad time for it. 

Maybe I should just write about Ukraine, like everyone else.