Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green,
Or, like a nymph, with long disheveled hair,
Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen:
Love is a spirit all compact of fire,
Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.
(Venus and Adonis by Shakespeare)
What? How? What is she up to? Anastasia, you drive me wild! I’ve been gone, what two hours, and she’s already stirring the pot. What is she doing? How did Mrs. Jones accommodate her?
Exasperating woman! Drives me wild as always. What is she up to? When I don’t know what she’s doing I get anxious, and nervous and upset. I worry.
Next posting will be on Monday the 17th.