Sensibly Better Teleportation Holes

2025.01.07

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Sun's up, fun's up.

How are you?

Same ol' blue?

Well, cheer up buttercup there's a big star lighting up the day, showing you the way...

To shine.

"To sleep, perchance to dream."

More like to dream perchance to get some sleep, these poet's words run so deep.

Abe's deliberating whether or not the squirrel on the fence is worth his charge and bark.

Nope. January's cold won that one for the squirrel.

Change is in the air.

My wake up for a midnight snack turned into an 'I best get a couple hours of sleep before sunrise.'

A couple hours later... O/ Hello, at it again.

So, what shall we talk about?

Peace? Love? Togetherness?

Or make the nightly News worthiness?

Or how they ought to be the same thing?

Nah, there's plenty of that in my silence not silence.

Breakfast is always good.
Unless the toast is burnt.

Then, it's a playground do-over for breaking the unspoken rules.

Not checking the toaster setting before pushing down the lever is definitely Out of Bounds.

Oatmeal, cereal, left-over spaghetti? Whatever gets you ready for today.

Fun words, the letters want to jump.

Bounce and flounce and woah... look out! Alice already fell down that hole.

Let's live a different, write a different, story today.

Chase a cellphone talking while walking badger to his den.

That guy's never late no matter how important the date.

Wonderland give way, Predictable-ville is center-stage.

Where sensible would be their middle name, if a town having a middle name made any predictable sense.

Wonder where the woodchuck runs to under the shed when Abe chases him away?

A bunker in Better-senseville where dogs behave better than they do in Predictable-ville where they always chase the badger away.

Always is only sometimes, Mr. Woodchuck knows, in Better-senseville.

Take care, personify an animal or two, don't jump into predictable teleportation holes, (unless they're sensibly better ones) and have your better day.