On Rising in the morning thanking God for keeping me safe another night.
Will I cease the day carpe drum (grab the bull of life by it’s brass nuts and with one mighty blow cut the horns from it’s head or discover that the bull is just another de horned angry cow and the day is spend running through a mundane existence trying not to be trampled in the small side alleys of the day by the angry cow.) All of this is metaphorically speaking.
At least I have the people in m head to amuse me.
The benefits of a well hung imagination, of course this is not all my work
I have had the benefit of reading much and listening to the voices of many lives.