The P's, yes, the P's are back, and making up for lost time.
This morning, in my sleepy~wakey state, I dreamt I was skimming down through P~words on a dictionary page. My eyes came to rest on the word Putte, and that's when I awoke.
I was afraid it might turn out to be something very rude, and then I'd've felt obliged to censor myself & not blog about it; fortunately, it wasn't... strictly speaking... a rude word... it was only a peculiar one... which... sounds a lot like... um, a few other words that are rude...
{... oh, fine; okay, alright, I admit it: lately I've been feeling like I'm a poxy old doxy...}
And then I fell back to sleep & dreamt I read the phrase, Pasc{h}al sleeping blunder.
{Don't know what that has to do with being a poxy old doxy, unless it's referring to doxy in another sense.}
Y'know, I keep expecting these dreams to make some poetic sort of sense... after all, they seem so utterly dense with sense... but the penny hasn't dropped yet...