Hi... I know it's been awhile and - no... I haven't died
Renovations mean that there is no place left inside
That is not a cluttered mess... We need a Sherpa guide
Just to find our way upstairs (Okay. Perhaps I lied.)
It could be the fumes from all the paint that we've applied
Or that workmen everywhere leave me nowhere to hide.
Now the rhyming circuits in my brain are all but fried.
It's too loud to concentrate. I haven't even tried.
If you came here looking for new rhymes and were denied,
Please forgive this interruption. Here, where I reside
Major renovations are a pretty bumpy ride;
There's been so much going on I've let my blogging slide.