Today is Sunday.
I have to try and find that place that pays me a salary...my job.
The snowcation is over. That is what I tell myself. The weatherman says we may see part III. :)
Must prepare mentally for the transition of a week of pajamas and socks to work slacks and dress shoes. Will have to brush my hair, I suppose. Might be nice. It might.
Today thought poetry would get my head right.
Went with Audre Lorde
For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
like bread in our children's mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours:
Maybe a little dark. I have been locked in small house for the last nine days. Don't judge.