I pressed snooze on my alarm for an hour. When
I finally got up, I exercised and
aggravated a running-related injury.
I tried to walk my dogs but they wouldn’t go, so we
where one of them threw up,
I washed it away, took my shower, and
couldn’t find the clothes I wanted to wear; I still
feel like my jeans are too tight.
My husband made me a latte,
and the dogs are settled now,
sleeping nearby because they like to be close.
I lit a candle that usually sits dormant on my desk, and
decided to look up creative writing courses abroad.
It’s good to remember that Paris is out there, I thought as
I took a deep breath
It’s Friday, regardless.
Friday, and my fingers are crossed
that my office at work is
free of mice.