Art, Poetry and Life

Huh?

Bloor Due?

Has one of the resident artists of Opera flipped her lid?

I said "Bloor Due" several more times trying to figure out what the heck I was saying to myself. I was just getting ready to leave for a short job duty, when I'd stopped for a second to go over the list of projects in my head. I'd just added this one. Bloor Due.

After another minute, I realized what it was.
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I wanted to paint my door blue.

I know for certain aging has something to do with this.

Oh why can't I still be a Ching Spricken?!