why not?

Thursday morning
small headache laying across my eyes
brutal sunlight brilliance glaring outside
stacks of papers, edges of to do lists poking out, piles of books
unmade bed beckoning
empty coffee cup
the news is not good in the paper today
it hasn't been good for ages
subscribing seems an act of hopefulness
or self-destructiveness, not sure which
eight more days til the new year comes
is that enough time to change?

Sunday June 19, 2005

So. Here we are. Sunday night. Baseball in the background. Work welling up for tomorrow. Am I ready for tomorrow? Am I ready for now? Hmmm. This now, right now: it's calm and quiet. Nothing scary coming up. As the old sitcom said, " What could possibly happen??!!"