A fog filled Sunday
Nothing but the weekend’s end
Work starts tomorrow

Weekend Mindfulness 5-3-1

Non routine freedom of time
Weekend restorative resting

Friday Respite

Pepped out, man
Not a bit of energy left to give.
That blue sky and cool breeze
Took my last bit of interest
In this long week away.
So now I think,

Make a run?
Pass and go to the game?
Forget both and just hang?

I think I’ll tap out
Because this couch is me
Einstein is tight
And I think I’ve given all I can
This week.

Welcome Spring

Spring snow storm

Weekend just beginning

Waiting for pizza

And freezer magic

To put a chill on the Storm King

Sacred Chugs

Heavy has been the weight of taste
Strong has been the partner
To the salivary libation
But the time for crisp lightening happiness
Rose from the ashes of classes
Where the rapper never stopped,
The annoyance went on, and
Patience made peace with impulsiveness
To settle on some chanting with
Those merry monks
From up in the valley
Forty eight hours will pass
The suds will wash away the angst
Monday the week will start anew
After a weekend of snooty restitution

A Nothing Day

Lost in a photo surfing haze where
Long exposure black and whites
Tell lies of stillness
In a perpetually moving scene
Providing perfect partnerships
Between the images,
Soft rain,
Hot coffee,
And Saturday morning bliss
On the couch next to
My wife and dog
Just easing into a
Nothing day

Keeping At It

I looked up inane
The dictionary app basically said,


A derivative was listed as inanity
So I surmised this must mean the act of being


This came up a few days ago
My stepson asking me if I remembered the one time I was


Insight from the youngish set
Profiling my inability to act with


Which isn’t exactly true
For I can laugh at myself and the world


When the humor is funny
And not vacuous like those stricken with intellectual


Thanks little man for bringing the laughs
And telling me to my face that I need to be more