I may not get anything new up again until after Wednesday. Today I'm just flat out exhausted and have nothing creative to say or post, so best to not try and force it. Tomorrow I go in to get my permanent crown for the back tooth I cracked off over a week ago. My tmj is really flared so, of course, it would be the back tooth, requiring that I be able to stretch open my mouth tomorrow. Cross your fingers and toes for me. I've been eating mush since the two and a half hours in the chair getting the tooth ground down and impressions made when it happened about a week and a half ago.
I see my CFIDS doc on Wednesday and he's an hour away. That means another longer than usual day, with vials of blood drawn for the vampires to drink later.
I had another one of those 'I'm worried about you. Why don't you write a happy poem' type letters today, too. I won't even get into that. I write what I want to write. I write poems of every mood and every subject. Right now, I feel like writing a poem about why I don't write what everybody wants me to write. I'm reminded of the poem title, or is it only a saying....poets aren't jukeboxes.
Leave me your thoughts, a site you enjoy, a poem you love...
I'll be back.
Edit: It occured to me to acknowledge Martin Luther King Day here, today. I attended the March on Washington the summer he gave his 'I have a Dream' speech. That day is one I'll never forget. I hope one day the dream comes true!