Don't stand by my grave and weep,
For I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond's glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripend grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
In the soft hush of the morning light
I am the swift bird in flight.
Don't stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die.
Song Of The Day: Adult Education / Hall And Oats
Word Of The Day: Oneiric / Pertaining to dreams
Guess who's pregnant? My wife. That's right, I knocked her up again. I totally, SO impregnated her. My secret? My strategy? It's three-fold. If you're not a doctor, skip to the next blog, things are about to become exceedingly technical.