Sunday Morning Coffee (or) Another Morning Untroubled by Existential Angst

[vergiliad]

An uncharacteristically productive Sunday - rose early, made a pot of coffee and got my laundry dry and folded. I think that's the first time in years that a load of laundry I've done has had a twelve-hour half-life.

Outside it's snowing - thick, white, and wet. My balcony rail and the telephone wire outside my window are wearing 3" peaked roofs

Comments

[umbrarumcantus]

Your missing sock... not off your foot three months and already on the foot of the new king. Lying in incestuous laundry hamper! Your anger catches between your toes like lint and cannot be denied. Take feet against your sea of troubles, and by opposing, darn them.

What a piece of work you are.

[vergiliad]

Ahahaha! This response is all the more delicious since I just finally saw the Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead movie directed by Tom Stoppard.

Now I will take arms against a sea of footwear, and by opposing, fold them...

A.

[vergiliad]

And also - To a laundromat! Go!

Etc., etc.

[umbrarumcantus]

For some reason all I have in my head now is an image of the fencing duel scene where instead of swords they are just waving socks at each other and instead of poison one of them is just really smelly. Welcome to my brain. It's... entertaining.