The Devil Makes Work
Oh my idle hands, were that the devil would come to give them a task, some light work that is bound to be evil. But I hope the work the devil brings me is devious and underhanded and not angry. It is so simple to be angry, there is nothing complex about it, just a base animal aggression towards some dim-witted idea. Or maybe the devil not longer watches and these idle hands are simply waiting for aspiration, at which point they will whirr like a whirlybird.
The home house 
