Serious, everything I own is falling apart. Is this indicative of a life crisis? I need new shoes, bath towels, socks and underwear. Most of the clocks have stopped and the light bulbs are burnt out. My sheets have holes in them and the faucet leaks, the handle having cracked.
Every where I turn there is catastrophe, the old things cannot be counted upon.
And, I wonder which to fix first: the inside or the outside.
I need a handy man, a stormy-weather friend.
|in 1 week I will see my friend Steffie!|