It has been pointed out to me that I have not disclosed enough details for any of my Poetic Posts to make sense.
I guess I failed to mention that my Mafia Handyman moved in with me.
That’s all for now. Read back a little, and maybe it will make sense to you. Or not. It doesn’t to me. Not really. But kind of. Sorta.
When I stop long enough, actually, to think about, which I CANNOT, it all makes sense.