Off the Cliff

Have been mucking about with colours and such at DW, in hopes of making my reading page not so terrible an ordeal, and now the last state of the journal is worse than the first. And since my reading of LJ people's friends lists is all 'This is my last post here, I'm Naninani on DW', it occurred to me that maybe I should just bookmark some popular people's DW uhh circles? to read instead. Um yeah. Colours and fonts are just as searing as ever, and style= mine gets me last state worse than the first. Ahh, trivial problems, how vexatious they are nonetheless.

So have a cheerful poem by Wendy Cope instead:

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.