The Reflection of Shadows
A collection of moments
It's been one of those weeks, friends. One. Of. Those. Weeks.
I put up two Christmas trees - TWO - in an attempt to make the inside of the house look like a winter wonderland because Phoenix never looks like a winter wonderland outside.
On Sunday I got up at 5am, ran/walked a 5K, came home and attempted to finish unpacking every single box and hanging every single picture that was left from the move- and then reorganized the garage so it looks as beautiful as a garage can possibly look.
I tried to keep the kids (dogs) entertained and happy, only to have the giant one accidentally bash me in the face with his even more giant rock-solid skull. It's a miracle I'm still alive right now.
Basically, I started about 776 projects assuming I would get every single one of them done and still be able to go to bed at a nice, reasonable hour like nice, reasonable adults do.
Pfft.
I hope you all haven't been as holiday crazed as me. If you have, I hope you at least didn't get knocked in the skull by a beast of a dog. And if that happened, well, I hope you had an ice pack on hand.
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Sleep
Sleep is a word that I know
not so well,
We have been acquainted,
Though I bid it a farewell.
Only in my waking, in my
yawning, in my haze
Have I wished some sleep upon
myself
To get me through the day.
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