Hi. My soul is delicate this morning, as are me gums. I had to watch my very favorite team of cuties walk off into the night without me. I cried tears of tainted juice onto my argyle vest, which is now stained with tragedy. The gauntlet of nerve endings is leaving me after a night of dreams including large wet toads, muddy grass and daggers in my paintings. There was actually a large sword at one point, the one I threatened to carry with me to Chelsea yesterday, impaling one of my relics.
One thing that was gained last night was the excitement of communing with Corny and Mrs. Cub. There is much affection in this household for those two.
Otherwise, the morning is slow, like the rocks of time. I plan to stay in bed until at least 11 and then drag sorry bum into the shack. Hello, relics. Please behave yourselves today. I will make you all stand straight up and tell me exactly what you need, right into my face, right into my eyes, and then my hands will do it, automatically.