The Sanctity of Sequence

In the end, everything is a gag.
~~Charlie Chaplin

The levee where he drove his Chevy is rubbing
chests with Katrina and we're at a buck ten.
I'm beginning to concede that this may not
be getting the print job it deserves but maybe
it belongs just here. The dream sequence is
on a Colin Powell, brother in law, Kathy Burns
and mixed up flashbacks roll but pretty fine
sleep is continuing. Too much a/c time this
morning but reading under the umbrella has
that remedied (sympathy heavy-chest,
babe..). This 101st post is looking very 101A -
my life, blah-blah, but the early nite carry over
is just a repeat of yesterday's and we're
together for eternity. 'Nuff said, Ted.
((haven't heard that since '62 in Ray
Capman's Rambler)).