5 january

It's a metaphor, isn't it -- everything is, anyway. You don't want to leave and then the flight is cancelled. You call and pay plenty for no answers and more runaround -- it's the weather, they say, all talk and no action -- nobody does a thing about it and so here we are. Can't leave without approval, can't go without stopping -- all of the wrong steps plus the wrong turns from two different drivers and one that got away. Way off track to counteract the otherwise progress -- gates locked up and the street won't plan. Down around the other way, the cab respects but the dog just heckles and all the pieces seem like scenes set up for effect. Collect yourself and knock on the right door for more unexpected development and head straight on through to morning...