Sunday Without Warning

Lost an hour, then suddenly Sunday morning, er, afternoon.

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All still quiet here. Rain comes and goes, as does the sun.
Still missing & missing.

Thinking of going all NaPoWriMo, but I think I'm too late. And I don't think I can write a poem a day.

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Last night, late, at Safeway, I purchased this unlikely combination of groceries: hot dogs, multivitamins, Rice Krispies. I don't think I've eaten a Rice Krispie in non-Treat form in a decade.

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Tomorrow begins the Spring of Excessive Academic Writing. Dissertation progress must be made. I'll try to squeeze a poem or two in there as well.