Home again, Jig

…and rather sorry I’m back.

I work for government, remember. I have that kind of job.

The kind that makes you sometimes want to reach inside people’s throats and grab their guts and yank them out.

And then that makes you want to take those very guts and hang yourself with them.



One thought on “Home again, Jig

  1. Oh, my. Sounds like it’s time to sit down, breathe slowly and deeply, and take a small dose of Ogden Nash:

    “The Firefly”
    by Ogden Nash

    The firefly’s flame Is something for which science has no name
    I can think of nothing eerier
    Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a
    person’s posteerier.

    I hope that helps.–>

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