Route 66

Driving through cornfields
the sun is shining on me
as farmers harvest.

Dormurio

Volo dormire,
cadere in somnia
iucundissima.

I'm wanting to sleep,
to fall into such a dream
of a pleasant sort.

Home again

Headed home again,
Where the cat rubs against me
purring, "Welcome back."

End of the line

English:
When going forward
turns into going backward,
you have reached the end.

Latine:
Cum progredi est
regredi, bene scis te
fines invenire.

Insomnia

I can't sleep right now.
Something scary from Berwyn!
I watch Svengoolie.

Hooray, hooray, it's the first of May...

You silly Commies,
Labor Day is not in May.
It's in September.

NO!

Whatever it is,
at work: "No, it just can't be done."
Think inside the box.