Write a four line poem about: a scholar and a gentleman.
Yup, fourth night of working seems to be sleepy night. I should really get my act together and start scheduling posts for those days.
Anyway. Today was a much better day than yesterday. Hot, though. And without an air conditioned office to clean at the end of my shift because it's the weekend, I was starting to suffer pretty good toward the end.
But I survived. Now to get through tomorrow morning's U-Pick (in more hot weather) and then I can hide in the shade for the next three and a half days.
The scholar sent an invitation to his seminar
On Strange Words and How They Were Defined.
The gentleman, who was terribly flattered,
Thanked him kindly and then, politely, declined.