Work, then play

My sister’s preschool teacher, Mrs. Marsh, taught her students a rhyme.

It went something like this:

First comes work,

Then comes play,

That’s the way to have a happy day.

I’ve decided I’ll have a happy day.

I’m going to work, I’m going to play and I don’t plan to write a word.

(I wrote this post last night.)

Today, since I’ve taken the lazy way to keep my post streak alive, I picked a post from the blog archives.

If you’re bored and need a read, just click the underlined words in the next sentence.

The old post — from Feb. 2018 — is a tale of two plays I saw, one of which I thought might result in my death.

Maybe you’ll get a little laugh from my pain.

Thanks for reading, and have a happy Monday.

This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is “play.”