Historic Flood

Historic flood. There are a few books unread on my bookshelf and they will stay that way, I needn´t read everything…printed. My depression hangs in the landscape streaks on dusty window panes tell me the obvious: clean me now! I wait for the pharmacy to open, after lunch break, hope it is not full of women talking about pills, illnesses and diets. I´m not watching TV today I need not know more about the storm every one talks about…man, have I seen it worse! Soon I will be stopped by a hero telling me he was in NY during the histrionic storm that made a governor legendary. The apothecary should be open now, better hurry and I don´t have to worry what the newspapers say.