Written: 4-2-2023
As I sit here on the couch,
it feels like my insides are falling out.
Chico doesn’t care if I’m a grouch.
Come on menopause! Can you hurry up and get out?
Time sitting here isn’t waisted. Laundry in the washer.
E-mails checked. Surveys answered. Think I earned a quarter.
Not moving for a moment; lack of discomfort, this does foster.
Once the washer has finished, I must put the laundry in order.
Reading Jetpack. What happens when you are off sick for a week?
You use up all your data and your connection crawls.
You don’t get to read like you want too, bleak.
Now, I’m back. Reading all the hauls.
A trip down to the basement.
Time to switch out winter for summer.
Living in KY is a lot of work, replacement.
It could be a lot worse, bummer.
Laundry finished. Poem completed. Insides presently calm.
Chico asleep at my feet. Enjoy this day ya’ll.
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