Music: Blutengel – “Morningstar”
Location: Home Office
Yesterday was the first day in almost two months that I didn’t get the chance to post my journal entry for that day. I did write one! I guess that says a lot about how that day went.
This morning was a rush of trying to get things done before the lockdown started. I typed up my journal entry from yesterday, paid bills and then got busy getting all the normal work stuff done that I wouldn’t be able to get to later in the day due to that same lockdown. Somehow, I managed to get it all done before the lockdown started. Lunch came and went in our meeting room, meaning I didn’t get one due to all the stuff we were working on. I was able to grab a muffin, but that was the extent of it. I knew today was going to be gangbusters but yeesh. I did manage to grab something on the way home, but by then, I was definitely hungry.
The drive home wasn’t too bad but was still longer than I would have liked. My planter’s fasciitis is acting up again. It’s a real pain in the backside (foot). Anyway, I got yesterday’s post published; today’s written and then managed to get another poem in while I was at it. No cinquain today, just couplets.
An end to the day looks hazy,
I’m feeling more than stir crazy,
Trapped without any kind of escape,
My patience crushed like a grape,
I don’t want to be here today,
I feel my remaining nerves fray,
That’s a strong indication I need a break,
Before I get a tension headache,
Or worse, I lose my ever-loving mind,
But there’s no way out I can find,
If there were metal bars to shake I would,
Not that it would help in all likelihood,
I’m ready to embrace today’s bookend,
Does today actually have an end?
Today feels like it should be Friday. Why isn’t it?