Flying and floundering
When having fun, like those folks in the Argentine capital, then the time flies. Today it flew twice, at different periods, but then it floundered, parhaps we need a saying for when time flounders, maybe.
The silent twins had each other to talk to and other than a stoned moment or two it was enough to keep them silent for years, maybe thirty years. Even with each other that takes self control. I hope I have the self control to remain silent for a couple weeks.
