too much for this ol' brain

I created the blog and immediately lost it. I'd better write down the address. It's discombolulating to not be able to see how the final product will look as I type. And virtual community saves gas, but will my legs become mere vestigial appendages? I think I need to go for a walk. Thank God for Ben.

Days pass like ships in the night

heads buried

in our own endeavors.

You wake up too early

I come to bed too late

Sometimes you paw at the door,

push your nose in my hand

and and go away satisfied

until I have time for a walk

and a roll in the leaves.

You wash the dishes, too

don’t care if I cook.

We live on peanuts for days

and then you bake a pie.

I keep waiting

to wake up from this dream.

(twice) seven years and you still surprise me.

Good thing we’re not married

we might have to fight.