A Few Morning Notes.

Dreams

Twice recently I’ve had dreams about women being in situations which caused me concern. On both occasions, simple analysis revealed that the women I was dreaming about were substitutes for somebody else. Does that mean I’m trying to deny something? Interestingly, the scores so far are:

Helen: 1-0
The Priestsess: 0-1
The Lady B: 1-1
(The Woman in America always played herself.)

Are you getting this? This is me baring my soul, this is. Appreciate!

The Raven

... made another appearance this morning. I was looking out of my bedroom window when it came flying towards me. At the last moment it swerved upwards and presumably landed on the roof. On both occasions, it appeared from the south.

Pictures

Ever since I started posting pictures on my blog, there’s been a steady decline in visitors. I find that odd; I thought people liked pictures. Maybe it’s just coincidental.

Wives

My cousin’s husband has started bombarding me with those internet joke pages. The latest one relates to the male view of marriage. The two I like best are:

‘My wife and I were very happy for twenty years. And then we met.’

~Henry Youngman.

‘By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you’ll be happy. If you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher.’

~Socrates.

And I do realise that jokes such as these are symptomatic of the ingrained male notions of superior intellect, logic and emotional stability. Discuss.

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