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so tired
I'm still feeling a bit depleted after yesterday's argument with my husband. We did apologize to each other, but we have more talking to do. Today is errand day, so I'll be picking up groceries and a few other odds and ends. I have one call to make, and I have to set out the garbage and recycles.
I'm definitely going to take a nap.
I'm feeling tired. My sobriety, eating habits, and spending habits are all secure, but I feel spiritually, physically, and mentally tired.
I hope you find something beautiful in your day, and as always, thank you for being here.
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perdition
Today's poem is a revision of Friday's offering. 5 lines, 5 syllables. I probably should retitle it, but I don't have the bandwidth.
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the screaming match of two people who think they aren't being heard
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submergence
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nothing says the poems have to be good
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perdition
2025.07.11
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my didactic prattling
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trile
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They Fight Crime!
He's a lonely skateboarding shaman with a winning smile and a way with the ladies. She's a bloodthirsty wisecracking wrestler who hides her beauty behind a pair of thick-framed spectacles. They fight crime!
He's an unconventional soccer-playing grifter in a wheelchair. She's an orphaned foul-mouthed socialite from out of town. They fight crime!
He's an oversexed ninja werewolf fleeing from a secret government programme. She's an enchanted snooty advertising executive with a knack for trouble. They fight crime!
( something-something fic prompts )
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i give myself permission to halt
- Weed the front foundation garden. It's scary.
- Trim around the garden and mailbox.
- Mow the front lawn
- Clear the weeds around the fence in the backyard.
- Mow the back yard
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poem looking for a title
My mouth tastes like teeth
The original plan was to revise two older poems today, but for some reason, the phrase "my mouth tastes like teeth dried in the sun" kept rolling through my brain this morning.
My brain is indeed a strange place.
I'll post a revision of an older poem later today.
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wasn't the best idea...or maybe it was...
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pieces of us
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dropping the ball and taking a nap
- 9 am Therapist appointment
- Power Hour Plus cleaning
- Rehang curtains?
Really, that's it. I thought it was a longer list than that. My husband may want to get his imaging done, but if not, I'm going to work on my Handbook this afternoon.
I might end up dropping the ball on that email I wanted to send to the insurance company. I'm starting to feel like it's not going to matter anyway, and I don't even have anything drafted yet. It's more like a puddle of thoughts and a sense of injustice. But it seems like everything in the outside world is unjust right now, so does saying anything even matter? Am I better off sticking to my own hula hoop in this matter, now that the passion is starting to drain away? I guess that's a conversation to have with my therapist.
How am I feeling? I'm feeling tired today. I had a good night's sleep and woke up naturally, but part of me just wants to crawl back into bed. My sobriety, new eating habits, and new spending habits aren't at risk. But I just feel tired across the board. Tired like I want to sleep, not tired like I want to give up, or feel emotionally depleted. I will definitely be taking a nap today, the earlier the better.
I hope you find something surprisingly beautiful in your day, and as always, thank you for being here.
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every now and again
I tend to jot notes in the back of puzzle books. Sometimes, it's a reminder to check out a movie or book mentioned in a podcast. Other times, it's advice I've heard, a line of poetry, or a sudden realization about my life or the world around me. They are little bits and usually find their home before I'm done with the puzzles, and the book itself is ready for recycling.
But every now and again, there is something I want to remember, and yet has no home. So I am going to keep them here. Some may end up in other journal entries, but for those bits and bobs that remain housed on paper destined for immediate deposit to the recycle bin, I'll start keeping this mini journal within a journal.
And so it begins....
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mildly annoying, but nothing to get angsty about.
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beast and amazon
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a very sunday sunday
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america
america