Sunday

The defeat of an incomplete to-do list.
Damn you, time, with your minutes and hours. I have too much to do to listen to the ticking of a clock.

Reminding myself that there will be more minutes and hours does not soothe the pacing beast of creativity, a caged tiger floating on a sea of blood. Blood, blood, everywhere, and not a drop to drink…
I am tired and my words are ornery. I will sleep and get through a Monday of lesson plans and health checks and all the nonsense that goes along with winding up yet another week.