Open Link Night Week 96...

dVerse Poets is giving free rein to creativity in this poetic adventure.  Your subject, your style, your creation...enjoy the contributions from many.

Two weeks of  reflections
Entertained
By a Greg Iles page turning thriller
Iced with Tiger's Curse
And Water For Elephants

A week plus two with illness
And pills with allergic reactions
And probing needles
Finished by misaligned back
And pockets full of pain

Free style nonsense
Patterned after insanity
Lay on pages
Crying out to be dissected
And critiqued

Many will gallantly try to find
Beauty and balance in these lines
Of purely crafted nonsense
And say, "Oh, how beautiful"
While I ice pack my ass

Waiting for the pain meds
To kick in.
Chocolate
Caffeine
And Kindness make it tolerable.

This N That

Many of you know that since October '09 I have worked six days a week.  The postal service has listened to my suggestion of reducing over time and after sixteen months, I have Saturdays off, except next Saturday.
We are very short handed and many people are running offices by themselves.  It is almost an act of Congress to get a day off.  It takes very careful planning with much advance notice.  I finally was able to arrange a few days.  Thursday and Friday of last week and Monday and Tuesday of this week were my available days. This allowed me six days in a row...off, away from the public, enjoying my down time...you think?

I cleaned, I sorted, I organized, I slept and slept.  I spent one hour decorating a card board box for my can recycling bin.  Of course, you know I went to Wal Mart. Took a few walks, played with the animals, visited with all my company, and tried, in vain, to hide.

 Since part of my time off included spring break, there was much exploring, football, basketball and baseball,

rock concerts in messy rooms,

and much outside running.

...and I wonder why I do not feel rested!!

The Jobs That Wait

My granny always said, "Work will still be here when you are dead and gone.  You got to play some time."

I have the work ethic of my parents and my grandparents.  If I do not work, I am lazy...my thoughts. 

Given orders to rest yet the kitchen still waits for me to clean after Hubby fixed burgers.  The clothes cry out to be washed and the floors to be swept.  I look out the window and see things I can do because I am feeling a tad better even with no sleep last night.

I must rest because as Rudee has pointed out, Doc is using the big guns(the type of medicine).  If I don't allow them to work, I may be in the hospital.

I finally have a day off and I have to waste it...resting.