Yeah, Friday has become crazily crowded. Now that might be alliterative but there is no new poem coming this morning, I assure you.
My list: visit sister in hospital/stop at the Archives to pick up items to take tomorrow to Dayton for a gathering of lgbtq groups/PetSmart/Kroger/and, of course, get gas so my car can function.
If I’m generous each of these tasks could have a poem lurking inside their activity but only if I’m an optimist. Or one long busy poem narration.
We’ll see. Meanwhile, I will eat something healthy-but-quick and get started on my ‘off’ day.