You Have to Break an Egg to… You Know the Rest

Eggs. Photo, JMN.

Eggs. Photo, JMN.

It’s a cruel trick the Fates play on this hapless heathen, but the odds are just as sure as shootin’ that on the rare day I make a three-egg omelet the THIRD egg will have a double yolk! <picture here an impish emoji with a winkie eye and lips crooked in rueful amusement, maybe some spikes of exasperation radiating from its forehead, or else an emoji with a shaking head and rolling eyes conveying a “my-day-has-to-start-like-this!?” ironic shrug — I couldn’t find the exact support for the graphical meta-commentary that I wanted to append to my flippant expostulation, and words are so inadequate in these situations>.

[Copyright (c) James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.]

About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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