Do you want to make dreams, but not enough any time?

Tis the month when I normally post something every single day/whether or not I've got somethin' to say*

But not this November! I have just been taking notes, on scraps of paper, on electronic scraps of electronic paper, and in me own head. Things like

• My own typos that are cracking me up: Security breeches
• Things found on the internets that are cracking me up: Concatenated Order of Hoo-Hoo
• I angrily returned a pair of sunglasses because they were crooked. It turns out my face is crooked (all the sunglasses, including the replacement pair, sit askew on my face. I guess I inherited my dad's uneven ears after all!)
• On our way to the park with Clover in the morning, we watched a gaggle of geese cross the street in a line as meandering and leisurely as a group of middle school kids, while cars waited in both directions. Thirty seconds later, the geese were aloft, honking and flying low over our heads (I covered mine with my arms) en route to the pond. Walked across the street, then flew across the park.

And then, of course, there's the usual gleaning of the internets:

Trending.

Who can blame them, really?

Synonyms for fuddled.

Never enough any time.

Of moste pleasaunte taste.

*poet/know it