November

Working late, folding laundry, eating egg sandwiches.
Yes, November, you've made your point.

Have A Good One

It's Friday night and the fire is lit and dinner is finished.
We are watching a little tv, some of us, and drinking our coffee
and enjoying the quiet, some of us.
Wilhelm wanted something to drink and Blanka just surprised him
with lukewarm tapwater. In a sippy cup.
To each his own.
It's Friday night and we are tired and it's raining and it's perfect.

Patience

It's not that I don't have it.
It's more of having used up so much in the last months that it's now wearing very thin.
And all of a sudden I just want to snap.
I feel an actual urge not to be patient.
Yeah, I know.
It has backfire written all over it.
So I take a breath.
And then we start all over again.
It's getting old. It's really getting old.