October 16th 2018 a Day At the Market With the Missus

October 16th, 2018, A Day At The Market With The Missus Oft times zee spouse lingers at select supermarkets (Landis, Redners, and/or Wegmans) without me (figuratively) taking all the time in the world allowing this mister to reflect alone (imaging tubby a Norwegian bachelor farmer) toying with this, that, or the other writing project sitting facing this Macbook Pro laptop within this one bedroom apartment comprising a quite satisfactory unit, sans Highland Manor Apartments in the heart of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania reveling in solitude meditating, reading, or trying valiantly to connect continuity of words, always pleasantly surprised at finished product (predominantly, asper hashing out a poem) with unpredictable captivating aspect letting thoughts flow as they may burst asunder quickly keying thee elusive threads, albeit unconcerned making a typing blunder mainly focused on barley distilling, coalescing, and brewing alphabetic dunder, when over zealousness frequently setting wing to literary creation, which smug modesty, nonetheless finds this scrivener to sing (unwittingly premature silent ejaculations) joyus rapturous threnody, whereat ring around the rosy abruptly ends caused by renegade doppelganger quisling shell shocks yours truly wear re: eyes mimic pinball ping experiencing short lived (dramatic beaming effusion) to plummet giving little attention to proof read, versus when I indiscriminately fling an unpolished epistle of Matthew riddled with glaring mistakes, aye suddenly feel embarrassed like a damned ding bat reprimanding myself and wrathful madness doth bring!