Whatever it is will keep til the morning.

I read the new issue of Men's Health and whenever I workout after doing that, I get these ambitious ideas and try out three new intense things and so after dropping off Coco at her house, I went to the drug store for epsom salt. I will need it. Well, I already need it, but I will need it very badly later.

Of course I had to wander around and see if there were any toiletries I'd forgotten I needed, or anything on clearance, and while wandering, I heard the holy triptych of soft rock favorites for me:
Midnight Blue by Melissa Manchester,
The Air that I Breathe by The Hollies, and
I Honestly Love You by Olivia Newton-John.

I didn't want to leave. But then I got scared I had crashed the car and died and this was my heaven, so I needed to get outside to confirm it, either way. I mean, its good to know these things.

You make it easy for the cops to catch you.

tracijean is trying to bring O! back. I said I would help. She challenged me to write a poem, using O!, about Chick-Fil-A. Coincidentally, I have been reading Shakespeare's sonnets for the past month (one a day). So, apologies to actual sonnet writers everywhere, but without further caveats, I present.....

Sonnet I
by Raybear

Let me not dwell on those poor fowls' fate,
A stumbled life 'neath conveyor belts;
Nor think of global ways to innovate
Veggie diets that prevent polar ice cap melts.
My mind rests not on Christian teens
In polo shirt and peanut oil soaked
skin, from cleaning out the fryer screens --
their farm-raised job forced by us dopes.
O! I am plagued anyway by these thoughts
My conscience instructs my stomach to behave
Until the caravan arrives in the lot
And I abandon my friends with nary a wave.
The hot crunch of the coating is tasted
And tears roll down my face, elated.