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Blue moon Monday
They say it’s Blue Monday, the saddest day of the year. My eyes have been dragging all day long; I wonder if it could have something to do with that. More than likely it’s related to my lack of sleep over the past few nights. I should’ve slept, there was no reason why not, but…
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January 14th
Another Monday almost gone sitting at a red light, I consider the dawn. Thoughts are spinning in my head, of things I did, and things I said. The weekends once again a blur At least this time I thought of her. The her I mean is me, myself The one who comes after everyone else.…
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January 14th
Another Monday almost gone sitting at a red light, I consider the dawn. Thoughts are spinning in my head, of things I did, and things I said. The weekends once again a blur At least this time I thought of her. The her I mean is me, myself The one who comes after everyone else.…
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The baby of the family
One-third of the way through another month and things are going alright so far. The bloom not entirely off my resolutions, or goals, as I prefer to call them, I’m dressed for a run and even motivated to shoot for an increase in my distance this am. My little large-tonsiled snorer may have some say…
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The baby of the family
One-third of the way through another month and things are going alright so far. The bloom not entirely off my resolutions, or goals, as I prefer to call them, I’m dressed for a run and even motivated to shoot for an increase in my distance this am. My little large-tonsiled snorer may have some say…
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Early morning rush
It happens every day, at least, every weekday. First I wake up early, requiring a minimum of one hour before I feel capable of coping with the world at large. Coffee by now, no longer just an excuse but a requirement. I think back, to a land before children. When six am seemed impossibly early.…
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The descent of Tuesday
I meant to write yesterday I did But already, The weight of my own expectations has me spinning a little, Tilting in the winds of responsibility like a small weathervane on the roof, with the storm approaching. Maybe it’s the quiet of the early morning, the sound of the clock on the wall ticking out…
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Lazy Saturday
Saturday’s gone, the four hour work week a laughable idea. My attempts to relax and take my own advice failed miserably today- no sleep, a sick boy, even my effort to attend a yoga class horribly off track when I went to the class without a yoga mat…or gym bag. Somehow, I’d left the house…
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Lazy Saturday
Saturday’s gone, the four hour work week a laughable idea. My attempts to relax and take my own advice failed miserably today- no sleep, a sick boy, even my effort to attend a yoga class horribly off track when I went to the class without a yoga mat…or gym bag. Somehow, I’d left the house…