Orders and envelopes pour through the door.
I ought to be finishing Chapter Four.

Stuck on Sphinx 12. And pamphlets. What's more
Still haven't polished off Chapter Four.

Migraine descends. A pain and a bore
It certainly rules out a day's Chapter Four.

It's started to rain. It's started to POUR.
It's miserable weather for Chapter Four.

Slogging at blogging is crazy.  Ignore
The rant. I am thinking . . . about Chapter Four.

Back to the keyboard. Shutting the door.
Chapter Four summons. I'm off now. Bonjour!