How wise I am to have instructed the butler to instruct the first footman to instruct the second footman to instruct the doorman to order my carriage; I am about to volunteer a definition of marriage. Just as I know that there are two Hagens, Walter and Copen, I know that marriage is a legal and religious alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut and a woman who can't sleep with the window open. Moreover just as I am unsure of the difference between flora and fauna and flotsam and jetsam I am quite sure that marriage is the alliance of two people one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other never forgetsam, And he refuses to believe there is a leak in the water pipe or the gas pipe and she is convinced she is about to asphyxiate or drown, And she says Quick get up and get my hairbrushes off the window sill, it's raining in, and he replies Oh they're all right, it's only raining straight down. That is why marriage is so much more interesting than divorce, Because it's the only known example of the happy meeting of the immovable object and the irresistible force. So I hope husbands and wives will continue to debate and combat over everything debatable and combatable, Because I believe a little incompatibility is the spice of life, particularly if he has income and she is pattable.

After the sadness comes laughter. So this toast is to marriage or as Paul Erdos says to being "captured"!! And some laughter I need to dig myself out of this fever I dug myself into, which is currently being battled by the ministrations of vitamin C and Advil, courtesy Granpa.

Let me now sleep, let me not think, let me Not ache with inconsistent tenderness. It was untenable delight; we are free-- Separate, equal--and if loverless, Love consumes time which is more dear than love, More unreplicable. With everything Thus posited, the choice was clear enough And daylight ratified our reckoning.

Now only movement marks the birds from the pines; Now it's dark; the blinded stars appear; I am alone, you cannot read these lines Who are with me when no one else is here, Who are with me and cannot hear my voice And take my hand and abrogate the choice.

Purple, Purple, Twilight Sky light.

Purple as a king's cape Purple as a grape.

Purple for the evening When daylight is leaving.

Soft and purry, Gentle and furry, Velvet evening-time.

Purple, Purple. Sky light Goodbye light.

Dusky Musky Into night.

Simple poem to my fav part of the day: evening.