Wistful Wednesday Woes

Awoke with the wise wily wolves and wanted to walk and wander in the wee hours only it was wet and windy. Well, not really wet and windy for that while anyway. The wanting of a walk was welcome as always for one who is wont to walk and had there been weather I would have wandered. Wow, the wonder of wandering far and wide in wicked weather whilst the whole world wobbles and wavers wondrously so.

Went out on the porch for a while and waited with Quinn for the wrens to warble and when they warbled to draw the worms kitty Quinn went wild, his tail waggling and waving, with wanting a wounding of wee little winged things. Watched the warm sun wend its way toward the sky. Wondered what would happen if a warped witty wizened wizard wearing a weskit winked and our world went wonky with his willing the sun to crawl up from the west one weird Wednesday. Would we all quiver and quake and weep until we were washed away with terror or would we play whist on Wii?

Wasn’t able to wheedle or wrangle a wellness day so I wheeled out, though without my Wonder Woman wear. Whistled wistfully while I worked, waded through this woefully worst Wednesday. Wished and willed hours to walk away. Whoa, the woes of one willful working wench welded within the white walls of wealthlessness working at not watching a wound up watch with water but no watermelon or whales.

Without waning and though the wellspring of wackiness abounds and would wind its winsome way through your woe-filled unwilling wills, I won’t wittingly woo you with my words and bewilder you any while longer. Withdrawing and wishing you a worthy wonderful witness-free, wafting through the wicket Wednesday.

Whew.