Haboob!
“Oh, God, help me! And I walked faster, my thoughts pursuing me, and I began to run, my frozen shoes squealing like mice, but running didn't help the thoughts to the left and right and behind me. But as I ran, The Arm, that good left arm, took hold of the situation and spoke soothingly:
Row, Row, Row Your Boat…
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream. We all remember this nursery rhyme. I honestly never really understood what it meant or when it was appropriate to sing it (seriously, how many times are you in a boat as a child?), but nonetheless, it was
