"Clamming Up"

It's just been one of those weeks: seems like I'm outta time, and all sorts of details and loose ends are coming back to bite me in the butt. Fortunately, I have the key... to escape... reality... that being a blank sheet of paper. Picking up the pen & ink will stave off much of the worrisome waves. There is a theory though, silver lining and all, that there should be a pearl somewhere in all this. But if the world is your oyster, nobody ever mentions what happens when it's just a clam. Maybe it's a simple matter of perspective, as even for Poseidon, the Nectar of the Gods would probably just be clam juice.