A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
That makes no show for dawn
By stretch of limb or stif of lid,--
An independent one.
Was ever idleness like this?
Within a hut of stone
To bask the centuries away
Nor once look up for noon?
Come to think of it, I think I have my own personal directory of consultants. Everyone always tells me what to write. Mostly what I shouldn't've written.
All in all I think I have to pick up the pace, take it up a notch in terms of blogging. Because many a time at night, as I'm drifting off to sleep I think, ! that would be the PERFECT cheerful blog post to write.....