Did I read your profile right?
You’re a Virgox4 with a Scorpius Rising?!?
*handing you an offering of a Rhoomba,
desk organizer, and a book on grammar*
many thanks for the offerings…
I need all the help I can get
keeping track of the details.
A billion is a thousand million,
and a trillion is a thousand billion.
That’s 10 to the 12th power,
or 1 followed by 12 zeros.
Without all those atoms, however,
there would be no matter.
Glad you’re OK. I always intuited
that if the waters inundated Manhattan,
I’d be validicated for living in the BX…
(the highest elevation in the boroughs).
Haven’t been to work all week,
but had a lil medical treatment last Friday
that was kinda intense,
so I’ve been happy for the rest.
Blog tip re embedding was just the ticket.
Still not that moved to write too much
(which is the blog’s raison d’etre)
but I have posted topical vids and poetry.
Facebook is indeed a strange creature.
I deleted my account about a year ago
after two or three years,
and don’t miss it that much.
I’ve had a fleeting urge to reactivate
my twitter accounts
now I have a smart phone,
but I have such a sassy
and impetuous tongue
that my higher self has restrained me
from memorializing any pithy rejoinders.
(Thus far lol.) Sending Blessings, J
THAT OLD DEVIL MOON
The yellow fog that rubs its back
against the windowpanes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle
on the windowpanes
Licked its tongue
into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back
the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house,
and went to sleep.
AND INDEED there will be time
For the yellow smoke
That slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet
The faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
that lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.