You don’t count the days when God’s on your side
I’m in some short-lived vortex of incredible extra-sensory perception [read: let them eat cake in terms of friends and lovers] as well as acute “things to do” [a work load that is short of psychotic] and let’s not forget a consumer electronics vibe that is defeating [reamed by a nonfunctioning IPOD converter, a camera chord swallowed by a vacuum] not to mention hardware that slips off in your hands [a door knob rigged by Roy that now fell off in my hand as I tried to get the dogs to go pee in the rain this morning and then had to leave dogs on porch and go in side door wherein I stepped in dog poop] and a mother who can’t stop crying but won’t leave her dark hovel of an apartment no matter how I try to coax her out.
For this, for everything, I am out of tune. GREAT GOD.