a world on autopilot

These are strange times we're living in. Just the same, I'm quite excited about the prospect of a new president. There are few things I savor more in this world than that new president smell. It's almost as good as the smell of a new car! But, of course, nothing can beat that. Not even a whiff of fresh pomegranate. That's really big these days - pomegranate. Yup, everyone's drinking Pom juice these days. It's all the rage. And why not? It's good -- and it's good for you!

And how about this cold weather? Yikes!

Finally, a poem:

Perpetual motion (AKA Gear Daddies)
The Machine
runs itself now.
All we are
is the grease
that keeps it
running smooth

and
the stuff
that gets
caught
in the gears.