Listening to talk radio
On the 45 minutes back to the castle
A daily habit
Get home
Read some political articles
A daily habit
Post a politically related video to facebook
A daily habit
Discovery: Teeth are sore from gritting them all the way home
A daily habit?
Realization: I really hate politics, can’t stand being strong armed by views clearly wrong
Conclusion: Life is too enjoyable for polarized party line talking points
Decision: Need to listen to something else besides the discharge oozing from my car radio
Action taken: Video post removed
Action taken: Walk outside with the family
Action taken: Green tea
Action taken: Klondike bar (double chocolate)

I’m now at a point where most poems go through multiple drafts
Orikaeshi Tanren wordcraft
Layer on layer of editing
Pressed together
Heated
Cooled
Heated again
Tempered
Folded transversely and longitudinally

But understand: still crude and juvenile!!
..so that these verses be misconstrued as self-adulation.
One day,
……perhaps…..
Efforts will result in the production of a
Single
Razor sharp
Literary effort.

Obliging my son with a bottled formula nightcap
Glanced over at the cover of Rachel Ray
(My wife a fan; me……not so much)

I suspect
(at as far as marketing consultants are concerned)
There is something deeply rooted in the female psych

That says:
Total fulfillment can be summarized as holding an overlarge mug of a hot beverage in 2 hands
(never one hand – that’s business only)

sitting on your couch
feet cannot be touching the floor. tucked, preferably
Added success at life can be conveyed via a thick sweater or (for the wildly tasteless) a Snuggie.

Today someone laryngospasmed and dropped to 65%
Before I opened their airway
Last week, same thing, except 55%

I’m finding myself increasingly dispassionate and unconcerned during these episodes
Externally it would appear
I’m skating by
Skin of my teeth
Brushing off increased agitation by the OR staff
Watching the patient’s life bouncing on the roulette wheel as I tilt the table
........Come on red ................

But it’s not like that. I have a plan. Always a backup. Tertiary options.
A, B,C, and [God forbid] D.
So far, C and beyond is unknown territory.
I’m concerned with my confidence. Too much?

Why is it so hard to be satisfied with standard American life?
I really mean that without any malice.
I genuinely cannot understand how so many people can live being totally satisfied with a career in sales, a nice house, and a modest amount of loans that will follow them to the grave.

Why do I constantly have to have a nagging feeling of dissatisfaction?
Or does everyone feel that, and they just cope or suppress it?  

Bukowski says it well:
“How close we all are to being nothing most of the time
And
Some of us nothing all of the time”