Weather is gray, cold, and windy
Not fit for human or beast
Not even with bread baking
And the lovely fragrance of yeast
I sink my thoughts into what I’ll do
And I find it much to long, so I’ll
Jump from one thing to another
Maybe it wont take as long
The laundry is started. Two loads
In all. Then the drying and bed making
You can see I’m making progress
Clean the kitchen, I’ve made a mess
Cocoa all over the place. The water
Boiled and spattered. I’ll finish and
That is one less. Now it is time to
Rest. Must prepare for my physical
Therapy day. They’ll beat me up
Trying to help. I didn’t want it this way
Sometimes you go through hell just
For a simple spill. It has been two yeas
And I am not over the hill. But I’ll keep
Working, they encourage me and tell
Me I’ll be fine. By summer I hope they
Are right. Enough of this being alone.
Stanski
January 23, 2024, ^