Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

Mostly Minutiae No. 14

Some days seem longer and some
seem shorter. Seemed longer and
I still have to vacuum.

Some poems are longer; some are
shorter. Today may have to be
shorter. I’m exhausted. I think the
fire pit assembly wore me out.

She made coffee this morning. Our
weekday blend. I was dragging.
I needed a gallon of hi-test.

Didn’t write my book today. Too
brain weary. [Poetry is different. In
my blood, I think.] Did a few
Christmas cards; about five a year.

Going to try Epsom salts for my feet
later. [Might work better on my head.]
I do believe “lethargic” is my word for

She had peanut butter toast. I had a
single matzo that I break in thirds if
it cooperates. Butter them all, but
apricot jam only on one. Usually the
first one. Sweet once; salty twice.

We talked about the two series we’ve
been watching on Netflix and the fact
that they’ve gone in different directions.
The main characters have taken a turn.
We may not want to go there.

One is a Swedish offering. We only have
two episodes left for this season. Probably
watch them. The other a long running
Canadian show; after seeing seventy
episodes, we may give it a rest. Not sure.

Dark in about an hour. Vacuum, here I come.
Odd day. Even the poem got larger toward
bottom. Lethargy has set in. Oh coffee!

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