My daydreams lack a focus. They float by like a cloud. It is as though much logic is simply not allowed. Should plans besmirch my reverie, I’m sure to blot them out, for my thoughts are vagabonds—aimless, without a doubt. A mortarboard and tassel lurk far within my past, and I fear the plans they made simply didn’t last I lie here in my lounge chair, getting too much sun. I should raise the umbrella, for sunburn is no fun, but I cannot stir myself. I’m simply far too lazy. Retirement would be easier if all the skies were hazy!
Democratic congressman Joe Cunningham interrupted a house committee hearing with a 120-decibel airhorn after a Trump administration official insisted air-gun testing to locate oil underwater would have no impact on whales, who rely on echolocation to hunt and communicate.