Dear Readers...

As I write tonight I imagine that my words will resonate within you soul, somehow inspire you to greater creativity, and take you to thrilling heights of scholastic achievement.

Oh wait, hold that thought...I'll be right back... the lunar eclipse is happening and I need to put pants on and go out to the backyard.

OK, back to being profound. So where was I? Ah yes, Profound thoughts, think of ... Existentialism, Pickwick Papers, Physicality, Immorality, and I think you've finally dosed off...

Oh well, the "profound moment" has been broken. Welcome to Tisha's Torrent of Searing Mind Connections. The boy is at Gramma's for the night as he is every wednesday and I am bored.

I leave you with these...

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding up to the old inn door.

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colors gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down on Camelot