This is a true story of today. I still feel somehow cheated out of an hour of sleep. Damned stupid daylight saving end. My brain is struggling to cope . . .


No, it’s OK, nothing another cup of coffee won’t help!



Monday fades away again

as Sunday begins to glisten

on today’s horizon

Yesterday recalled now –

 football was on the field

husband there, cheering

the boys on in battle.

So that must mean, today

I haven’t won my own battle

in getting somewhere in plenty of time –

a thing to be proud of,

instead, today I’m up super early

foolishly early, with nothing planned

beyond writing this dopey poem.