"Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof."
There was a tinge of green, right around where gills would be if the Teahead had been a fish. But of course, the Teahead of the August Moon was a fully mammalian human, and the concoction on his face was the latest attempt to correct an unfortunate complexion that periodically oozed zits.
One of the "Big Mysteries of Life" at the Folkie Palace was how we came up with the rent every month.
Most cats do not scintillate as conversationalists. Then there are the Carreras cats. They've been asked their opinion so often that by the time they reach feline adulthood, you wish that they'd shut their traps.
The dead zone of winter, that's what I term the first six weeks of the new year. It's too snowy, too dark, too wet, and absolutely too cold for many of the activities I enjoy.
I couldn't wait any longer.
I have not always been a paragon of good taste, sensibilities, or behavior. Emphasize behavior, please. You could have described me as a cad, inappropriate, and always a sinner. I understood the feelings of Saint Augustine when he stated that "…it was wicked, but I loved it."
Folly has gotten a bum rap. I mean, take a look at all the advice people get about the joyful misadventures of youth, "that was just folly; you should have known better."
It's important to know when to lie low. For example, not engage in an argument. Actually, I guess it's not even an argument -if you don't listen to the other side.
A Rainy day takes on different meanings depending on the time of the year: