The Definition of, "Sick as a Dog."

My baby Dexter dog was up sick A LOT last night. Something got his tummy rumbling and he still isn't feeling 110%. He gets so sad when he's sick. It's pretty much awful. It's like he feels guilty for waking me up to take him out, but he doesn't have much choice. Honestly I'd rather he wake me up than just go for it on the bedroom floor. It does leave me a little on the sleepy side however. 

It was a pretty good day at school today. The kids were in good form... since it's Middle School there's always a ton of drama, but I'm used to it at this point. I really love my job. It gives me a chance to have real, meaningful interactions with kids and that is ridiculously rewarding. There are a lot of good kids who need someone to listen and I am more than willing. It's funny too, because they seem to know that and I hear from them a lot. I am more than happy to listen. I seem to be pretty good at it. 

I had a chance to see my friend Jess this afternoon, which pretty much rocked my socks. I adore her and am looking forward to when things calm down a little for her so we can hang out for real. I also got to have some sweet chai tea this afternoon with my other friend Krystle. We had a nice time and commiserated about how the time flew by while we were together. Before I knew it, I looked at my watch and it was 5:50 and she had to be home by 6:00. It's wild what happens when you're having good conversation!

I also wrote multiple new poems today! I think between this blog and other events my creative juices are officially flowing. I'm liking it. A lot. I might even post more than one here today... and that being said, let's get down to it!

1

Rain falls

continuously.

It washes the world

clean 

of the pollen

that's been gagging up

the air

and my throat

for days. 

Some people

don't like the rain - 

I say, 

bring

it 

on. 

2

Enthralled

by ink.

On paper,

in skin.

Spilled across a page 

like blood

splattered from a wound

too shallow to penetrate

through these imaginary bonds

we've created.

I write to discover - 

who I am,

how I feel. 

If only I could write

all

day

long. 

3

I wish I were better

at waiting.

Better at breathing

deep

and waiting for the

inevitable.

Lately I feel the need

to rush out

take everything on

at once. 

I must be making up

for lost time.