Better run through the jungle

Monday began at midnight with anxious people seeking hospitalization. Faith, I guess. And then a couple of hours of strange dreams and not much sleep at all on a cot in an office. And then a regular day of work that went well enough. The drive home under bright strong sun. Dump the compost rotting on the counter. Something ate the wild flowers. The yard's gone entirely to jungle. Like the country. Political ads promising civil war. Ratchet up the dread, go ahead. A half-assed meal and then I'm into bed well before dark.