Nighttime again and I’m in bed again. Actually on top of the bed. Too hot for blankets, even with the air conditioner and over-head fan running. My brain is running, too. Running hot and I cannot even begin to tell you what it might be that I had been thinking only a minute before. There…

I’d go on a diet, but I’m afraid my brain would get thinner and I’d become narrow minded.

My wife gave me a red shirt. It’s obvious that she’s never seen ‘Star Trek,’ otherwise she would know what happens to the guy wearing the red shirt.

Think I’ll sit right here In this chair and fry. And why not? I don’t do much else And being so inactive Is leading To my death anyway. So quick, Give me that plug, If you won’t do it. I can and I will. Don’t forget To unplug me When I’m well done Or to…

Slowly, we are all becoming Branch Covidians.

Acrylic, 12 x 24 inches

Math made simple: I have $20, my wife has $5. She now has $25.

I had my temp taken with one of those hand-held devices. It went ‘poop.’

A pun has not completely matured until it’s full-groan. Okay, I’ll let myself out…

God, grant me the wisdom to not respond,The courage to look awayOr the ability to laugh that the stupidity.