Sun up. I’m bursting with energy. I
love these hot summer days so much
to do and see and feel and read and write
and not enough hours on the clock to cram
it all in.
Patsy’s a reader too, you
can tell. After a short roll in the hay
I say “How about we head for the beach?”
“I would prefer not to,” she fires back and
turns on her side.
“Or bike riding down by
the lake?” “I would prefer not to,” she says
“Pay an impromptu to Alice and Ted?”
“I would prefer not to,” she replies with
a smirk. Damn Bartelby, damn Herman Mel-
ville, he sure has a lot to answer for.