(Not Even Close to) Daily Haiku for You #114

2024 is imminent so let’s work the occasion into a haiku for you!

The final work day,
Of two thousand twenty-three,
Is also pay day.


I spelled out 2023 to force you to say it with the correct number of syllables. Is that cheating? Probably.

Also, I’m thinking about canning the haikus. I’m sure you’ll all be heartbroken if they go away, my fine gentle readers and only friends.

(Not Even Close to) Daily Haiku for You #109

Today’s haiku for you is a sequel to the Journal screen shot post from earlier. The cats were hissing at each other this morning. How are they behaving eight hours later?

Things are okay now.
The cats refrain from murder.
Just for the moment?