It's Thursday and it's been raining all day. Tomorrow will be Friday and we all hope it doesn't rain all day. Our commemorative Obama plates will be full of food and our telephones will be off the hook with friendly robo calls who won't be selling us anything, but just calling to chat. The landlord will stop by for a beer and sit down on the couch and say, "You guys are kinda cool after all!" The horses will be a distant memory and the light will shine from our hearts into our beds or maybe the refrigerator or maybe the basement.
remind me to do my laundry this weekend.