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End of work days
A hazy patina coats my eyes, blurred with the haste of the day Emotions and ails, wounds and fails Everything crossing my way I lurch with fatigue And struggle to breathe Wondering how to get by, I let out a sigh and try not to bleed I stumble through the door, grateful to sit, A…
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Sunday afternoon and the Christmas tree
Today was full of events, big and small, good and bad. It was a full Sunday of everyday moments. I snuggled my little guy as he woke up, at 5 am today, and somehow convinced him to come to the garage while I exercised. He was still tired I think, likely why it was successsful.…
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Ragnarok
Friday. My end of the week. Still struggling with my altered, torch singer-with-a-cold voice, I headed to work already dreaming about the end of the day. Once again, an early day… that morphed into a late day, causing me to be so grateful I hadn’t booked myself for clinic. By the time I left job…
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Misery loves solitude
The last day of November for another year, and my head is a cloudy mess. Full of jumble and lacking a voice, somehow I made it through the day. I’d like to say I was treated to hot tea and foot rubs all day, but alas, I’m neither rich nor on vacation. Instead, I made…
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Choices
One way lies the steady, the tried and the true Each day lined up, you know what to do The other way there be monsters Potentially awaiting. Or could there be glory, forever unabating Which direction to go, the question remains Both could incur loss, as the other one reigns So listen to your heart…
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Monday morning dreaming
There’s a bite in the air today, although the weather is warmer than it was. Something about the end of November makes me long for a warm blanket and a fireplace. Especially on a Monday, I often wish I could call in sick, lay on the couch all day and devour book after book, looking…
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Weeks end
Another week has flown and I review it all with tired bemusement as I sit, feet up, watching children’s cartoons. I’m tired but content. We’ve had a lovely cough/gastro bug going around that decimated the week for the kids. Poor Sam, for the first time I can remember she was excited to go to school…
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The Nest
My feathered little ones, grow cold while waiting for the day. I bring them delicacies and love, they coo gratefully up at my offering One day soon they will fly, up and away into the blue But for now they tuck Under my wing My little ones One, two, three Warm with mommy in the…