I'm a busy busy busy body, time is lacking, so I'll just leave you with this poem today ...
Responsibility is like driving in the city.
Driving in the city is a road map of mayhem.
A flight schedule delayed from bad weather.
A special occasion with a burnt roast chicken.
A forgotten open tap in the bathtub
A burst sewage pipe in your lounge room.
Salt in your coffee.
Oil on your new dress.
Aerosmith singing with Frank Sinatra.
Planes on the ground, cars in the sky, must I go on?
But if life were like driving on a country road,
Then everything would be all right.
No more never-ending labyrinths of dead ends.
No more journeys through absent-mindedness.
What is life without simplicity?