Ho Hum

Ho Hum -- sometimes I think I am becoming a mechanical robot. My life remains so monotonously the same. I arise in the morning, dump the ashes, stir up the fire, get the bucket of coal, feed the cats, eat my bowl of wheaties, go to work.

I come home from work, dump the ashes, stir up the fire, get the bucket of coal, feed the cats, eat my bowl of bread and milk, go to bed -- the same -- the same -- the same -- day after day.

However, in the near future, I can see a change in view. I shall exchange the bucket of coal for two buckets -- exchange the wheaties for hot oat meal.

November 8, 1980