Have often felt like a hurried walk-
Not quite jogging
But definitely not strolling.
One of those days of the week
That I keep forgetting what day it is.
Friday seems so far away.
The week ahead looms long.
Distracted.
To do lists growing steadily.
Yesterday’s dishes are still in the sink.
Already feeling over-committed
Having a wrestling match
With Wednesday’s schedule.
Must remember to call Mama back.
The week is losing its freshness-
By the end of tomorrow
We will be on our descent.
Each day rolls into the next.
Couldn’t find my favorite socks in the morning.
Now that I think of it
Tuesdays are like a blur-
My bed feels like
It didn’t need to be made
Because of just how
Quickly I’ve gotten back into it.
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