two, three, red, blue, slouch

Using a microscope to determine whether or not the cloud cover over the next four minutes will change from what it currently is to whatever it will eventually be is not the best use of a microscope.

I'm off to volunteer tonight, will be buying ten loaves of bread on the way there.

Tomorrow and Friday evenings, there isn't anything planned, but then on Saturday I am volunteering again.

I counted the number of soup spoons that made their way into my left earlobe and reached exactly the number zero.

The price for the ticket to fly to Amsterdam has gone up, not down. Oh well, I'll keep checking periodically. This is so I can go to Dordrecht to watch the World Cup Speed Skating competition that takes place there in mid February.

How many Saturdays in a row can you bend or break? How many of them will be repurposed for a rhyme that doesn't syncopate? My biggest question about those Saturdays is if one of the originals will pop out of the ether. I think in all but one or two of them it is ridiculously unlikely.

Sundays too, they have not as much satisfaction as do the