Tuesdays

Have often felt like a hurried walk-

Not quite jogging

But definitely not strolling.

One of those days of the week

That I keep forgetting what day it is.

Friday seems so far away.

The week ahead looms long.

Distracted.

To do lists growing steadily.

Yesterday’s dishes are still in the sink.

Already feeling over-committed

Having a wrestling match

With Wednesday’s schedule.

Must remember to call Mama back.

The week is losing its freshness-

By the end of tomorrow

We will be on our descent.

Each day rolls into the next.

Couldn’t find my favorite socks in the morning.

Now that I think of it

Tuesdays are like a blur-

My bed feels like

It didn’t need to be made

Because of just how

Quickly I’ve gotten back into it.

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