Up early, playing
guitar, trying to get my fourth finger
to unfreeze and stop the
clicking for even
a few minutes. I’m happy,
for what that’s worth.
I get up to go and check on
the cat who’s sleeping on the kitchen
counter, since she’s eaten already.
I am unsteady on my feet, my
left foot in particular, but then it
catches hold and here I go. I’m happy;
it seems to be worth little.
I’m done and I limp and fall back
into my easy chair here in
the living room, a controlled fall,
whatever that means. Sigh
softly, decide to sit very still
for a bit or longer; much to do
today or nothing at all. I’m happy,
if you can call this that.
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onward,
T
Dark Matter 