This morning I had a lymeric in my head. I get those sometimes. Not always sure what to do .... no I did not say leprechaun, please...pay attention. I said lymeric...you know....Fickle Fay flittered fervously from fleeting facades and facets of fancy, for fear of finding feverish friendships.

Anyway, they were fun for a little bit. I think it's good to think of things like that. It keeps those brain waves crashing into the shore, so to speak.