They told me there would be lots of hurry up and wait…
Writing
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Misadventures dispensed with. Back to just having shingles and watching House.
Love,
Kevin
(19 September 2019)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Shingles and misadventures with cable TV. Yep—sounds like Wednesday!
Love,
Kevin
(18 September 2019)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Well, here I am, just having shingles and watching House…
Love,
Kevin
(17 September 2019)
The significance of this is not clear (a poem)
Shingles. What the hell?!
Musing (a poem)
Needs a better title…
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Okay, I will get started sometime today…
Love,
Kevin
(16 September 2019)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Decisions, decisions…
Love,
Kevin
(15 September 2019)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
How many Qs in “password”?
Love,
Kevin
(14 September 2019)
An appreciation
fork, this is a weird time.
So, three weeks ago—and two days after I drove up to Bellingham to take her to a scheduled doctor’s appointment—my mom died.
She wasn’t exactly in great shape when I arrived to take her to said appointment: she was lying on the floor in the hallway, with a blanket to keep warm, but complaining of being very cold.
