Insanely busy, if you want to know. L5: my father taught me coffee "is NOT a medicine; enjoy it."
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXIII)
Why does a headache nag? What shall avail? Dream of lo, coffee in the morning hence, Like t'will erase this, lack of sleep fr'intents A culprit sans much for recure, to fail Was't at "enjoyment"? Or then which detail? Cold sausage gravy on cold biscuits thence Sans eggs for lack of time, half grapefruit's sense With clem'tines, nary lunch...cuz later's bail? Yet home with not a wink of sleep in tour For working oernight twa days now, I do Not have the time. Clean house, then dinner'd stir And I'm asleep thereafter...until through What? Wake at midnight, on the couch--is't poor? Where is the day fled? LORD, I wait on You.
02Jan25
Mom warned me years ago not to become addicted to coffee like my father but I guess I can't follow in his footsteps and fail to fall prey to the necessary headache when I don't imbibe daily.