This is my contribution to belles-lettres, today. (Sent from my iPhone.)
He (I mean I) started the day full to bursting with hope. But as the book that is good takes the pains to so say, admixing old and new causes the vessel to (be) hew(n). In two. (In tune.) [The sun shone having no alternative.] And since he (I mean I) was at the office, he (I mean I) needed Office. And so hope mixed with MS, and it caused a big mess.
So now. Ice cream.