It's the day after Thanksgiving and there is a trail of me all over the house. So far I've managed to find: watch, socks, shoes, toilet kit (we're stay at friends in Tarrytown, NY) and glasses. Now if I can only find my dentures I'll be whole again.
I didn't mean for this muse thing to sound all Facebooky. But I'm suffering the day after holiday hangover and could not come up with anything more clever or inventive. Maybe the magic's in my new teeth and I'm just powerless without them. A Superman/kryptonite thing, if you will.
Actually, that might be a good story in itself. Hmmm. Harvey Finklestein The Capped Crusader And his sidekick Tin Horn Harry. Fighting a never ending battle for truth, justice and the geriatric way!