Midnight Musings

Did I not just yesterday mention the dearth of top hats in today's society? No sooner had I typed this than Wynonna Judd appeared in a music video for "Heaven Help Me" wearing same. One has probably nothing to do with the other - it's more likely a function of that syndrome where one hears of something for the first time and then hears it again six more times in the space of 72 hours - but how very strange. It's not a picture I would have created and I'm not sure anyone should have. Perhaps that's why she was asking for help. Not that I'm a fashionista by any means but the look she was going for escapes me, circus ringmaster aside. If I had gorgeous red hair like hers, I wouldn't wear any hats at all.

Apropos of nothing in particular, someone told me about this web site: Men Who Look Like Kenny Rogers Ours is not to reason why - sometimes it's just not worth the time. I suppose it's better than Men Who Look Like Winston Churchill. At least Kenny grows a lovely beard.

And now for today's original poem:

It's dark outside and grey within
I'm comfortable in my own skin
Relaxing in the shade of grey
Solitude and dreams today

Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Nothing dirtied, nothing stained
Nothing worthwhile done today
Except the words I had to say

'night!