Berserker Kind of Day

Berserker Morning

In a snit.  I could spit. Fur rubbed the wrong way in four directions. As Lady Caroline Lamb said of George Gordon, Lord Byron “mad, bad, and dangerous to know.”  I claim kinship with those old Viking berserkers.  Imagine the satisfaction of pulverizing the landscape with a battle ax!

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Patterns

Patterns-I Forgot Why

I discovered a saved draft sans content but titled “Patterns.”  If that was a nascent idea brewing, it vanished. Might be fun to pick up this thread and see where it leads now.  What comes to mind is argyle socks, followed by paisley shawls, striped shirts, and chequered anything (sorry I like the British spelling.)

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