Trif

You know wherever I am

Getting from there to here

Getting warmer

Fall

Fall and lots of babies

Blue Skies

Congestion

Air (well better than being an airhead)

The dreary day outside

The gales of November came early

Knock down the old gray wall

He, had white horses

Yawning

Dig a didle deedle dum

A mind is a terrible thing to waste.

A Mind is a terible thing to waste.

Mops floors with disenfectant, then puts down paste wax.

The sun is up, the sky is blue

Time once again.

Thirty degrees, come on spring.

Rainy day

Rainy days and Mondays

Packing boxes

Have you seen the stars tonight

So when do I get to warm up this year?