Sunday

Cool and a little cloudy. Lots of birds singing.

Had one of those anxiety dreams that never seems to end -- I was at work and my group was supposed to be making some kind of music CD (wtf?), but we weren't getting any guidance at all and nobody else was paying any attention to the fact that we were falling farther and farther behind. Well. Okay, whatever.

Bonus poem today to make up for the sad poem yesterday. Not sure what else.

Bonus: Poem #18 for Poetry Month

Well, I said I'd do this this morning but instead I got caught up in researching something and spent all day looking at medical blogs.

So. This poem is by the same poet as yesterday (Neal Bowers), but the subject matter is quite different. I think we've all known people like this ...

( The Kindnesses of Bad Neighbors )