On Monday, I came home after another brutal Monday
they, the Mondays,
all run together now.
I did not even step outside
to see what happened in the garden today…
Our garden, my Joy…
to be brutally honest I did not care.
old joke-bad joke
“A man comes home and kicks the dog”
At least
I did not do that!
my mood is every speck as dark
and
I may not live through the week…
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Nancilynn is Writing again 