Sigh

We're taking a 6 hour round trip to Mountain View Saturday. Paying for gas with the credit card. Again.
Come on, Mr. President, I need that rebate check now.
The van needs an oil change. Five thousand miles ago.
I'm tired.
I have a sore throat and a bad cough.
There are socks and shoes and toys everywhere.
My kitchen sink is full of dirty dishes.
There are empty pizza boxes on the bar. I have no energy to cook.
I haven't been on the treadmill since Big pup broke his arm back in October.
I've gained back 5 pounds. Okay, 8.
I'm not waving. I'm drowning.


Not Waving but Drowning by Stevie Smith