Roses

I knew what kind of a day it was going to be when I woke up in a blind panic because I couldn't remember the words to The Raven.  You know, the poem by Edgar Allen Poe.

Sometimes I wonder what my brain does when I'm asleep.  It seems to go on its own little adventures without taking me along.

Where was I?  Oh, yeah, I woke up in a blind panic because I couldn't remember the words to The Raven.  Then I had to go to work.   And the day just went down hill from there.

I'll spare you the gory details, but let's just say it wasn't pretty.  So, here is something that is:

My roses.