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Morning Post

When I was in Maui, I started writing my posts the night before they posted. Because of the time difference, I had to set them to post at midnight. When I came back to the mainland, I continued the habit, but changed the posting time to 4am. This left me with more time in the morning, which I like.

Last night, I was really tired really early. I was falling asleep on the couch, so I just went upstairs and went to bed. And didn’t write a post. This is the first time in a long time I find myself typing a post in the morning. It’s ok, but I’m watching the minutes tick by on the clock and I haven’t even done my morning visits to my regular websites. Maybe I should just skip them this morning to save some time. Haha! That’s a funny joke.

Basking in its soft glow...

Basking in its soft glow…

7 Comments

  1. Lauren

    Well, bless your heart for actually writing paragraphs and not just “I forgot”. Your ability to write thoughtful prose is always inspiring to me.

    (I hope you got to look at your other websites, too.)

  2. Peggy

    Your caption sounds like the beginning of a poem….an Edgar Allan Poe poem.

    Basking in its soft glow,
    He often sits & ponders,
    The many deeds that must be done,
    But oh how the mind it wanders.

    Dang. I was hoping that would be eery.

    • Carol

      That was a great start, Peggy – really! Maybe you add…

      Trying hard to stay awake
      [Trying, trying, fight!]
      Caused to make a big mistake –
      Post at morning light.

      …yea…your verse was better…

      • Lauren

        Well done, both of you!

    • Brad

      How about changing the last line?

      Basking in its soft glow,
      He often sits & ponders,
      The many deeds that must be done,
      Blood stains that must be laundered.

      It doesn’t describe my situation, but it does make it sound a little more Poe-like.

      • Kim

        yous write good

      • Peggy

        Perfect!!! Muahhh!!

        And of course it doesn’t describe you…..

        The last verse:
        Basking in its soft glow,
        Doth stands the beheading tool,
        A shovel once thought innocent,
        Now drips with murderous drool.

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