It’s a cold day in May Hares and rabbits Rabbits and hares. You have to say that To keep gremlins at bay. So they say. On the first day Of every month. But you have to say it First, before another word Is heard From your mouth. Otherwise, it all goes South, Presumably. My calendar gets turned Promptly The night before The first. But the rabbits and hares I fear are forgot As I always talk To some cat When I wake So I break The spell Again. Oh well.
It’s cleaning day which is always distracting and my body is sore. So I am about to flee and take refuge with the cats downstairs.
Grant, of course, thinks I must do the exercise routine he has prescribed, never mind that it is most of the reason I am sore.
He says “it’s a good kind of sore, isn’t it?”
But I’ve told him I shan’t be doing any hard stuff today!
Aren’t the local bunnies pretty?