Mon-*DUN DUN DUNNNNN*-day. Another morning meeting o’doom, and then I contend with Semi-annual and quarterly statistics for funding. Tedious, but the bean counters will leave me alone while I assemble the stats.
Moment of Lyric – (link to copy, right?’s page hosting it)
I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She’s coming in 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say, “Hurry boy, it’s waiting there for you”