Sat within the shanty prowling through the Web while awaiting the longed-for telephone call that would provide either a full or a half-day of substitute teaching thus allowing the rent to be paid and avoiding the likely eventual move into the camper shell as a humble abode.
Briefly considered delivering a Valentinish thingy to the cute gal laboring within the local library since the lithe frolicsome filly (whose spawn are grown and gone) has conveyed the typical signs of interest in me, the Old Coot of shanty fame.
Assuredly a very intelligent gal with the highest standards.
But, after brief pondering, shoving aside the lusful thoughts and sundry tawdry dreams, rational thoughts again came to the forefront, echoing within the brain that life is so much simpler and care-free without having to cater to the whims of a female and tolerating that hard-to-handle female "logic."
Poor girl. Feel sorry for the lass. Her life would be so much better with an Old Coot within pawing distance.