This day

It is Father’s day. Whatever the duck that means. It’s a lot like every other day. Too much to do, not enough energy to do it. Can’t sleep even though I’m exhausted. Have work tomorrow. Dog barking. What else is new? Another night where I’m fine with not waking up tomorrow.


I don’t write here any more because I can’t care any more. This was supposed to be my outlet, my space, my hobby. A place I could muse or speculate or whatever. Fat lot of good it has done. I’m just tired. Like I’ve been running too long and need to just collapse. I can’t […]