tuesday, 8:45 pm.

woke up at 2 pm today
my head was swirling with "bop to the top"
am i still dreaming?
oh, wait, no
that's just the stereo
volume up
        up
          UP
and we're scrambling
all of us
to get a word in
this is how my tuesday started.
and off we go
zipping away
in our Sienna
although it feels like we're
10 months again,
slowly, slowly
                  c r a w l i n g.
minivans can get so messy sometimes.
lunch is a Special K chocolate drizzle bar.
mmhmm.
stuffing mailers for people
who probably don't even read them
from 1 - 4 pm.
mailers
stuffed?
will i read them?
answer is.
NO.
4:30 pm.
home is eight minutes away.
eight long, more than seven, two more than six, minutes.
breathless.
out of things to type.
and here i sit.
send me a message?