Only the seventh time

I’ve written this month,

which means I’m way behind

in life in general.

On my second course of antibiotics

for the old friend who plagued me

for most of my childhood years-

strep, my nemesis.

Even with tonsils out and a recent case,

it found me again.

I searched for which kid did it to me,

but the second time at least,

none appeared to be the bearer

of the evil toxin.

And of course,

I’m paying for my brief time off,

which flew past far too fast.

I thought I’d get so much done but instead,

I only got the conference done.

Once again, my brief time away

slipped through my fingers

without a backward glance.

And now I’m frantically trying to catch up,

vague knots of tension in my stomach,

hoping I’ve written everything down

because my mind is far too full.

Another month of nanowrimo,

a mad dash

to complete a story in a few weeks

and somehow,

miraculously,

I’m approaching my word target

on my daily commute.

And the children-

varying stages of wellbeing

and learning

and kidliness.

We all crash into bed

long before 9

and I wonder

how it got to be Wednesday already.