Perfect

When I sit down to

write, my mind is

just reeling from

all the activities of

the day.

So, I sit and think

and don’t write

until I look at the

clock &  it’s past my

“bedtime”.

If I go to bed

nothing gets

written.  If I

stay up and

write–I miss

sleep.

I’m not sure

which one I

want–neither

seems satisfact-

ory.

I know tomorrow

I will feel very

different &

somewhat refreshed

from my state

at bedtime after

the day has

played out.

So much for

living to be

“perfect”.

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