Every day, I wonder how I'll fit it all in. And every day I do it. Perhaps it's because I forego binging on Netflix or PBS videos. But I don't need that kind of thing, with a steady diet of great poetry to devour instead. I feel as though my ability to read poems is improving with every new collection, so it's easier. Not quicker, and not more superficial. In fact, I think I appreciate the good poems that much more.
And, as promised, here's a chipper little diverting video instead of just "Words, words, words." (Shakespeare™)
Yesterday, Mr. Darcy (he has Fitzwilliam's elegance and Bingley's simple-minded charm) decided that Tango, the Dog of Eternal Patience, was good for a moment of entertainment:
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