No work and all play, just no time to write today.
Hair appointment —looks great by the way
(Brazilian Blowout keep frizzies at bay.)
I’ll buckle down and write another day.
Am I a good poet? You say, “No Way!”
I’ve only had one drink so far today.
Need to get dinner underway.
It’s either this or nothing, so what d‘ya say?
Will this suffice for the 65th Day?