A Facebook Nightmare

Students have nightmares: they appear at the finals and don't recognize the course, the problems, or other startling variations.

Last night I had a nightmare. I realized I was a Facebook user, but I did not sign in for several months. I panicked: I may not remember the password, Facebook may have change their look into something strange, or Facebook will pop up bunch of new permissions, etc. I spent the rest of the "dream" finding a  way to sign in to Facebook, with each direction ending in some disaster (no monitor, no internet connection, no power, ...) while being pursed by friends everywhere I sent (and I was trying to keep them from finding out that I may not know what happened in Facebook).  So there. 

Snow, A Natural Prediction

Snow is coming down now,
A flurry of floating farfalle.
Tomorrow the poetry will stop.
Then the plows will spew geysers of snow.
And after that, people, pets and prowling cars,
will sink, slip, slide and do muddy pirouette.