I could never get back up when the future starts so slow
In order to make my doctor's appointment this morning, I slept about an hour last night. I am very proud of myself for keeping both eyes open and focused at the same distance throughout. Afterward I met my mother for lox and bagels at S&S, dropped by the library to request some novels, and came home intending to use the afternoon to write about at least one of the three movies I've seen since last weekend, but instead I passed out for four hours solid. That's more sleep than I've gotten some nights this week, so even though it makes me feel I've done nothing with my brain all day, honestly I'll take it.
Yesterday, as
rushthatspeaks and I passed the Somerville Community Growing Center, we saw a pair of musicians with guitar and accordion leading an audience of children and parents/adults in a chorus of "Wild Mountain Thyme." The weather has been nice and all, but that's how I believe we have a solstice coming.
I know I have very particular tastes, but I expect more from a poem titled "In the Drowned Bookshop."
Yesterday, as
I know I have very particular tastes, but I expect more from a poem titled "In the Drowned Bookshop."

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I feel that would only provide me with a new and different set of problems!
I hope regular sleep returns soon.
Thank you. The lemon cakes are now glazed and cooling, so I am attempting to head to bed as we speak. We'll see how it works out.