Drown My Sorrows in a Stick of Butter

Things are piling up

and getting overwhelming.

Again.

Changes are happening.

Some good.

Some bad.

Some inevitable.

Others I wish would stop.

My energy is so focused on the mundane things

that these crises are hurting me.

Not just me

but my family.

A pound of butter

is better than a pound of flesh

but I am at a loss