Heavy Trash Cans

2024.08.04

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Even when it's not.

Bad Day?

No.

Just slow.

Long sleep, slow morning.

The words are heavy trash cans, full of yesterday's junk.

Muck and murk that's the jerk.
Mire on fire that's the desire.
Like Shakespeare's witches,
Those bitches cast spells.

Oh, wells.
All’s wells
That ends wells,
Pray tells.

... What to do with a day, any day at all?

When what's missing shows up, not the missing thing but the idea that anything is missing, what do you do next?

Realize you're on the way to it, realize it's on its way, find something close by, hold on to it, steady yourself and go on to the next moment.

Remind yourself patience is a virtue and under Wikipedia's heading entitled 'virtue' there's a picture of you.

So few pics of me online, these days.

Well, searchable ones at least.

It goes with the whole Ghos+ theme.

Some mornings are stuck in the mud waiting for the tow truck to come pull them out, cellphone flashing low battery, a few bars left of service, pages take forever to load, wastes more battery.

Did we mention it's hotter than July and that month was heatwaves and rain?

Cheer up buttercup help is on the way.

Enter optimistic me, again.