Monday, November 18, 2013

Stuffing and Gravy

No time to write this morning, though I've been up since Zero. 

I sit at the counter of a local diner, waiting. Soon I will be devouring bacon and eggs and biscuits, to slow the advancing coffee.

I am feeling artless this morning. 

It is probably the effect of too many prayers directed towards me through the aether. 

I have been preparing my Thanksgiving Day speech. 

My imaginary audience is really in for a treat, as the turkey slows their dreams and the cranberries take orbit.