We leave 2010 with these words, apparently a traditional poem but gathered, set to music, and sung beautifully by Pete Seeger:
I get up each morning and dust off my wits
Open the paper and read the obits
If I'm not there I know I'm not dead
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
Happy New Year, everyone.
Feanor's Critique - So, even though I'm an independent scholar and work at home, that doesn't mean my work goes unsupervised. Case in point, the following photograph: --JDR
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