Man ... this has been quite a few days. I'm a wreck. First that insanity with the interview (who knows where THAT is going?), and then this strange Fathers Day weekend. I ended up having to scrap my schedule today to take Daughter #1 to her swim class. Recently on Saturdays I've been presiding voer Daughter #2's nap, and hence am able to get some serious work done during the day, but today The Wife thought a picnic and "entertain daddy" time was in order, but #2 is NOT good to have at the Health Club where #1 has her swimming lessons, so I got #1 on the bus and she walked #2 down there in the stroller. We then were to meet them at the fountain out in front of Navy Pier, after having picked up some lunch. If this was not complicated enough, I'd had an early-morning call from the blood bank looking for donors (they're in an "emergency" mode right now, the local supplies are down to zip), and I made a 2:30 appointment. Well ... after lunch we went on over to Navy Pier, The Wife taking the girls to the Children's Museum, and I cut out to go give blood. Unfortunately, when I got there my blood pressure was WAY up ... it usually is right at the dividing line where they will or won't take it (the last time it was fine, though) ... but today it was high, and only got higher from my sitting around for 5-10 minutes. Oh well ...
Anyway ... wrote this in the morning. I almost NEVER write in the morning, but took advantage of #1's swim class time to pull out the notebook.
NO PRAYERS TO SAVE, NO HOPE TO FREE
such desperation... dawn comes calling with panic, dire messengers of disasters wrought of too much trust too much believing in what we had
these layer with pre-existing angst, build up strata of anguish, stress, and dread into some complex which can not have a name except for "break-down" or possibly just "death"
no plans find fruition no hopes realize yet every fear shows up full-formed and right on schedule in mundane grids every terror arrives on time
we grow so sick of endless evil fate waves of nausea fill the day when faced with worlds full of monsters now made real and nightmares only strengthened by every new-found morn
descending doom has built a pit that nothing can escape we are cast into these depths with curses and abuse no means exist within the real to pull us out and none care for our pleas