The birds are chirping
My stomach is growling
My head is hurting
But the bed is warm
I am comfortable
Sleep still calls my name
The day can wait
Life without Electronics
It is a privilege.
Not a right.
Too live without means boredom.
Or finding other ways to entertain yourself.
I have other means to connect to the internet
Even though my computer monitor is dead.
Will I live through this troublesome time.
Yes, I believe I will.
I can do it.
But as an addict might say
….. “I don’t wanna!”
Cinnamon
A baker’s secret weapon.
An added delight to any dish.
Try it in spaghetti
you’d be surprised for it is bliss.
It will spice up your appetite
and make you crave more.
So be careful around Christmas
when too much makes tummies sore.
Waxing Morbidly Poetic
When your mood of inspiration is nonsense and dread
you can only think of silly rhymes.
So the dead head
becomes a faint taint
that no longer runs fun.
And so my life is misery and pain
that means my children no love will gain.
Yep, its all the same, dame!
Candy Not so Sweet
As a child I would dream of pop and chips
and chocolate bars and CANDY.
The sugar rush that I felt was everything
as I ran around with friends.
Now as an adult I find myself still craving candy
but ones that are less sugar filled, more flavorful.
I like the chocolate bars or straight chocolate
but not very often, only once in awhile.
Too much of a good thing can be bad.
Candy, is a treat and now I find
it lasts forever.
Especially if my kids don’t like it but I do.
Like black licorice. Yay!
Sleep Refuses to Wait
The yawns won’t stop.
My eyes do not want to stay open.
My limbs feel heavy and listless.
Coffee beckons but will not sustain me.
The road is long and the weather miserable.
I can not sleep here
or I will freeze to death.
Hopefully a motel will come along soon.
In the Couch
They have discovered a hole
between the cushions.
They are small enough to fit in.
Then they meow.
If only I could remember to get my sewing kit
before they get in to the couch.
Staticky Cats
One zap and they’re gone!
Their fur stands out in weird patches.
It’s hilarious as it is sad.
They want the love and pets
but zaps are their bane.
Starling them past their limit
in this dry winter air.
When your Brain has it’s Own Ideas
The function of a body is to move the various parts
in a coordinated effort to do something.
Such as walking, or talking or waving hello.
Sometimes it can function with a minimal amount of direction
from the higher functioning organ.
Auto pilot for the trained muscles,
such as karate moves or driving the same route to work.
Your brain can worry at other problems
or simply daydream during autopilot.
Then the idea comes and impulses get out of control.
No, running away to Africa is a bad idea.
Yes it is minus 40 Celsius, but still!
Lackadaisical Sneezing
When you are too tired to care.
You sneeze and then laugh.
Oh I peed my pants. haha.
I guess I better go home.
I know I have tissues there.
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