Going Tharn
I've been so busy lately that this morning I'm actually tharn.
Like a rabbit being stalked by a coyote, or a manager stalked
by too many employees, I'm laying in the grass with my ears flat
against my head as snowflakes of emails drift down around me
and the buzzing cricket of my cellphone rings incessantly.
Should I dash for the warren, just shut down my rabbit computer and
leave the crickett where it lies, vibrating?
Unfortunately, I'm in the warren, it's sunday morning and the oilfield
is calling me here at home....shit, no more rabbit metaphors.
Like a rabbit being stalked by a coyote, or a manager stalked
by too many employees, I'm laying in the grass with my ears flat
against my head as snowflakes of emails drift down around me
and the buzzing cricket of my cellphone rings incessantly.
Should I dash for the warren, just shut down my rabbit computer and
leave the crickett where it lies, vibrating?
Unfortunately, I'm in the warren, it's sunday morning and the oilfield
is calling me here at home....shit, no more rabbit metaphors.
Comments
Lie low...lie low... :)