Happy Monday!
As always, the weekend slipped away and here we are again. Monday, oh, how I dislike you! However, on this Monday things are-a-changin'! Why do you say? Well, unlike the normal hustle-and-bustle of a typical Monday in the Santos household, today was spent in utter bliss. BLISS! The husband took off from work (a rarity, truly) and spent the day with moi. After what seemed like an eternity lying in bed watching him answer a countless number of e-mails I FINALLY convinced him it was time to go. Upon indulging in an array of delicious bread and pasta we agreed on watching "The Raven". Edgar Allan Poe truly was a man of inspiration. Some may say he was a madman, yet, I find him to be brilliant. Dark-and-twisted, yes, but brilliant nonetheless. Plus, there is always a dash of mad in genius. And with that I leave you this:
As always, the weekend slipped away and here we are again. Monday, oh, how I dislike you! However, on this Monday things are-a-changin'! Why do you say? Well, unlike the normal hustle-and-bustle of a typical Monday in the Santos household, today was spent in utter bliss. BLISS! The husband took off from work (a rarity, truly) and spent the day with moi. After what seemed like an eternity lying in bed watching him answer a countless number of e-mails I FINALLY convinced him it was time to go. Upon indulging in an array of delicious bread and pasta we agreed on watching "The Raven". Edgar Allan Poe truly was a man of inspiration. Some may say he was a madman, yet, I find him to be brilliant. Dark-and-twisted, yes, but brilliant nonetheless. Plus, there is always a dash of mad in genius. And with that I leave you this:
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."-E.A.P.
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."-E.A.P.
oh, and here is our new friend, apparently, his idea of a good day is to sit in our front yard catching some rays.'
