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.”