Arrival of the morning

Day begins like any other. New, open to all the possibilities. Lots to accomplish and knowing one has a 5 year old all accepts lots may not happen. Limiting oneself to accept getting done the basics is the best that can be hoped for.

Feeling less than stellar the day will once again take cover. Looking forward to nothing for this week. Want to leap over all that seems wrong. Not a realistic view, hence one will trudge along in the midst of the sludge. Wading through what will seem like a forever, but in reality a week.

Trying not to look to far ahead since outlook seems dim with nothing but empty open space and that ever present time on the other side. Endless wandering to nowhere.

Peace.