: the weight of the undone :

OH YEAH—THIS WEIGHS ME DOWN A LOT—BUT MUCH LESS THAN IT USED TO! 🙂

the whirly girl


Do I look shorter? I feel shorter. And dog-tired. Not from working, but from shirking. I haven’t so much as lifted a finger lately. Therefore, I’m staring straight into a growing mountain of drudgery (dishes and laundry and vacuuming, etc.)  and all I want to do is crawl in bed and close my eyes. At least then I won’t have to look at the overwhelming mess.

I did make some unexpected progress this morning, I replaced the empty cardboard tube with a new roll of toilet paper. That was encouraging, that burst of energy. It was also short-lived. The effort sapped my strength for everything but making coffee. However, the kitchen is utter pandemonium — dirty dishes and crusty Stouffer’s trays, sticky countertops — so I drank it in the dining room. In there, I’m only in danger of being crushed by tall, tippy stacks of papers and…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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