(sigh)
The recent rains have gotten me down. It’s almost July. The sun’s supposed to be blaring wickedly for twelve hours a day, heating us all like a cauldron bubbling. Instead we’re mired in mud and moss, abounding in fungus and flooding. Thunder’s been rumbling for days, lightning waking me in the middle of the night like an old-fashioned flash bulb an inch from my eyes. It’s feast or famine, I swear.
There are enough things going on in my life to keep me awake as it is, so this lousy weather’s an additional downer. Yuk.
a glass of red
turned in to three.
what’s happening to me?
it used to be
sleep would come
after just one.
(sigh)
1 comment:
You're sipping on the wrong stuff!
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