Thursday, August 27, 2020

Troubled

Some kind of jitters through the night. Foreboding. What's coming isn't good, you think.

I woke up with a date scheduled for this evening but canceled it first thing citing feeling unwell. Because why?

My undershirts are yellowing, the yard is overgrown with weeds and vines, my high mileage car is missing hubcaps, my shoes need polish and have a broken lace and my pants are shiny and threadbare.

I don't care to improve any of these conditions.

When I am not working, I return to my bed.
If this happens to shift in the future, I'll be in contact. 

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