Thoughts, in this order:
nap, deadlines, something for lunch,
yellow rubber gloves,
deadlines, nap, wash hair, concert,
the cat is licking her paws.
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November 19, 2012
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Who was Cassandra?
In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.
Sounds a bit like my days. Love the photo!
Posted by: Marja-Leena | November 19, 2012 at 04:49 PM
Don't forget the naps! Sounds like you're going to need them.
Posted by: Mary | November 19, 2012 at 06:13 PM
Cat thinks (I suppose):
Nap, lick paws, wake Beth, more sleep,
Stare out the window.
Posted by: G. | November 19, 2012 at 09:24 PM