Catherine gives The Dog Shit Poem a try - (badly wanted to write Cat takes a stab at dog shit)

I'm off for a long day at the office in my RIOTS NOT DIETS tee and best sports coat. Tanya's Letters to Hank Williams and K.'s Hovercraft coming with me.

Also, I'm taking bets on when the world will end. We've got one "by September" and one "not soon enough" - obviously, the parameters are loose so maybe you'll feel a certain measure of "freedom" if that word is still available for use which I'm not so sure it is. At least perhaps you'll jiggle with some kind of slighty-mighty.