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What must I have been thinking
(Or possibly drinking?)

I can’t cancel - they’ve arrived!
And now we must keep them alive!
Their madness now apparent
My judgment clearly errant -
Their ramblings incoherent
My frayed sanity transparent.

What happened to simple preschool toys?
How could I have anticipated the dramas and joys
Of a sleepover of 5 9-year-old boys?
First time hosting a multi kid sleepover.  Lots of nerf and video games.  Pretty much no sleep (hence the title)
Up super late
Think you’ll sleep all day -
Super frustrating to cope
I have to say.
It’s time for bed
The time has changed!
Our normal schedule
Can’t be rearranged.

A couple days we’ll be back to sane
Til next we go west to east by plane!
Ugh how long until we function on east coast time!  :)
Stays in Vegas
Be what may..
In bed by 10
Ashamed to say!
Rope thrown
At a new found home.

House of horrors?
Or sanctuary?
A locale of fear
Or place to thrive?

Throw the dice...
No way to know
For total certain
(Despite an abundance of advice)
If this be the final destination
Your vision comes alive.

Patience.
Even if it shall not be
There’s much learned
From each opportunity.
Even if your vision
Doesn’t come to pass
Take it with grace
If you still believe save face
As it doesn’t mean you’re wrong.

You just need the next opportunity to come along.
October 27 2018:
Some rando dude at Target
Without a second thought to whatever it might mean...
Innocently(?) launches a simple rando kindness -
at crazy frickin me.

“You are so beautiful”
Quickly devolves in my mind into
“You check the locks each night, don’t you?”
You are 42!
There is no earthly way
Sincerity could be at play;
Clearly there has been a mistake
For goodness’ sake..
Doesn’t he see the tired eyes;
Weariness not disguised?
Or in tow the five year old
Rejecting every wisdom ever sold?

(Or secretly; hopefully..)
Did he magically see past the caul -
Does my unbroken spirit continue to shine through it all?

Or maybe I should fall back on simplicity?
Is that so witty?
Is it possible that despite age and worldliness
I might still be kind of pretty?

What does it say about this world
That my gut reaction is to suspect
And reject
An unexpected kindness hurled?
True story.
Despite the bigger picture’s fate
It’s endless fun to just - create.
No matter if it’s prose or code
Or the world about you ready to explode
To make your production from not a thing emerge
Can only make one’s spirits surge.

Remember the childish wonders set free
In giving into your every curiosity.
And the passion that not a soul can fake
About the things you did proudly make!
I think I like writing code as a result of liking writing in general.  There is so much possibility in both.
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