The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck four
The movie ran down the clock
Hickory dickory dock
This silly nursery rhyme has been playing over and over in my mind from the moment that damn mouse run up the clock and it struck one. In this time, I have exhausted all the cold points in the bed and the cold sides of the pillow have run out.
I have in essence concluded a census of sheep, goats, cows, camels, donkeys, fish and all other sorts of animals that may have wandered aimlessly into Old McDonald's farm. At this rate, I could become a census official but I digress.
Under normal circumstances, there would be enough mosquitoes to engage me in mortal combat that would last hours. Alas, it seems killing five of their breed and leaving their bodies pasted on the wall has finally paid off and the entire population has relocated.
In three hours I need to be up and about contributing to the general development of the world but here I am counting my toes again.
This will be a difficult day at best.
