If ever there was a poem to describe how THE BEGINNING OF THE September ROUTINE GETS THE BETTER OF ME, it HAS TO BE this one.
THE DISTRACTED CENTIPEDE
By Edith L. M. King (1871-1962)
A centipede was happy quite,
Until a frog in fun
Said, "Pray, which leg comes after which?"
This raised her mind to such a pitch,
She lay distracted in the ditch
Considering how to run.
BUT DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME!!! The historical perspective predicts that I'll be fine by October.
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