Tie o’ the Day barks orders from the lamp. See…when I’m writing, I often get caught up in finding the one precise word that will make a poem THE POEM THAT WILL CHANGE THE WORLD, AND MAKE US RICH! Or something like that. So when I get sidetracked in my work, I kinda let housework slide. But Tie has finally had enough of the heaping backlog of laundry. Ain’t nobody can climb this mountain! Ain’t nobody can sit on the love seat! So much for my Sabbath. 🗒 ✏️