The Muse is Loose

I had worked pretty hard all morning, trimming tree limbs, then making Emily's FORT a little more secure. It was nap time. My sudoku puzzle quickly helped close my eyes. Ah... just a touch of heaven! And it rang! I didn't mind, for calls from relatives and friends are always welcome. It was someone I don't know and who doesn't know me. Officer someone or another. He told me my name and address and city and how much I should contribute for a sticker on my car window. Thirty five dollars? Thanks but no thanks. I have been there and done that. Fine drunk drivers a more. Stick it to speeders. Not to me. I have a supposed "block" on the phone for telemarketing. Isn't this a form of telemarketing? I think it is.
Now, it is the wanna-bes for government offices. They are calling constantly. We only have two votes! I know they have millions to spend, but call someone else! Even a presidential candidate called personally. (Well, it was his voice.) Wish I could get his number and call him back personally.
It appears there are some "loopholes" on the blocked calls deal. Those in high places seem to manage conveniently for that to happen. I can hardly believe all this in February. The big election is not until November! Such is life in a democr....excuse me...it's the phone. "Bill? No, I haven't seen her for awhile, but she called earlier. Can I have her call you? Excuse me Bill, but it's the other line." "Mike? Yeah, I know you are going down the tube. I know we both went to Ouachita Baptist but I just can't help any more right now. Oops, gotta go. The other line." " Al? I agree but don't you think it is a little late to get in the race? Scuse' me. The other line." "Ralph? Come on, man! Stick to lemon cars. I cannot help anymore". Where was I?