Thursday, April 01, 2010
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
Thursday morning, seven hundred hours. The job is at hand: hop in the kayak, nip down to the Antarctic, a spell on the Wurlitzer, harass some randy Great Whites, brave the huge swells of the Southern Ocean, nibble on some blubber, chuck some rocks at the penguins, string up a couple of tennis racquets, sing a couple of show tunes, evade some icebergs, ponder the fate of Schrödinger's cat, zig-zag through the squalls, step aside for a quick shandy, head back up the Derwent, and in to work!
Are you up for it, or are you YELLOW?
Theme Thursday. Like Theme Tuesday, only on Thursday.