I think I am losing it. I am cleaning out the playroom, and this is where I got:
I am stuck between being 13 and 6 years old. I have been playing with a motorized sea-serpent in my bathtub, just as I used to, but meanwhile I am trying to sink a large piece of driftwood. I think that confinement and self-quarantining is getting the best of my sanity.
How is everybody’s self-quarantining going?
Roses are red,
Violets are purple,
Or are they blue?
I love my fish,
and so should you!