November 18, 2015
In Memoriam: This is the last time you see a picture of the infamous black clay hand. I lost control of the room divider while trying to move it from one side of the apartment to the other (too heavy for my muscles), which then fell flat on the randomly placed iron glass top coffee table where I keep my odds and things, and knocked everything off. The black clay hand didn’t make it. It wouldn’t glue back together either. I tried. Synthetic clay is evil that way.
I felt like writing something today, so it was either this or a dirty limerick. Next time I‘ll go for the dirty limerick.