Covert

The seam ripper is a vicious little bastard. It knows when it is needed and finds ways to obfuscate its location.  Knowing that it is a custom tool that cannot be replaced, it hides in its smugness.

Lung

The chunky brown band made my lungs cough and wheeze This is Baton Rouge.

Drift

She had the uncanny ability to fall asleep in the strangest of places or inopportune moments. All her life she fought sleep during meetings, lectures, reading work related articles. Sometimes she couldn't control it and would wake up in the middle of a lecture with her hand still moving attempting to take notes. Listening to audio books on road trips guaranteed that within 3 minutes her head would be rolling back with her mouth agape as she lightly snored. Holding still for long was asking for trouble. On the other side of the coin, staying asleep during regular "approved" sleep hours was nearly impossible.

Lint

How is it that all my friends can feel unfulfilled and frustrated all at the same time? People not even located geographically near one another and who don't even know one another. Perhaps it is the end of winter doldrums; the anticipation of spring. At some point there has to be an end, hopefully a good end. A bright new day. The imagined scenarios of doom and gloom can only continue for so long before something breaks. Possibly me or my heart.

Lolisms

When dealing with a serious case of the goof offs, it is best to go with it and enjoy any stolen moments from real work by clicking NSWF links and leaving rude comments in all social media outlets of which you are a member.

Dessert

The highway dirt created a golden brown layer on the snow drifts that looked like the perfect meringue. Mmm, pie.

Recline

Reclining on the couch with coffee in hand
I enjoy the cool fall breeze and sunny morning
listening to thoughts whirling in my head

Ebb

Turning left against traffic onto Blue Mound Road on a Friday is like finding the rhythm in jump rope.

Crush

One standing argument revolved around canned, stewed tomatoes. To crush or not to crush? One felt it wasn't worth the effort, the other took extreme umbrage to the giant globular red orbs in the final product.

Of course, the non-tomato squasher would never give into the pleadings of the pro-squasher. And so the argument continued into perpetuity.

Gratis

The grackle and cricket were proud to offer their tandem wake-up call service to the pre-dawn world. Never realizing the services went unappreciated by the recipients.

Resistance

The long green therapy band expertly wedged in the back door unintentionally, yet successfully foiled the intruder.

Easy

Effluent, effervescent, ellusive...sleep is ellusive, not enveloping, not earnest or eager. Ellusive.

Clue

The wheezy snicker reinforced the arrogant personality of the bureaucrat.

Transition

Adjusting from being support staff to being a professional is tricky. How far is too far? When should permission be sought? Hopefully things will get clearer over time.

Cuff

Sunday morning, 2:45 AM

Left Shoulder: Honey, you awake? (increases throbbing pain) Honey, you AWAKE??

Self: Ouch, what?

Left Shoulder: You’ve been taking me for granted lately and I see how you’ve been hanging out with that Right Hand, opening doors, pouring milk. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.

Self: Baby, you know I’m nothing without you. You remember how bad it was before we agreed to start seeing an orthopedist together? C’mon Dear, you know you’re my dominant hand. Right Hand I are just friends. I’ve only been using Right Hand to give you a break.

What do you say we go have a strawberry yogurt together and take a full dose of NSAIDs?

Left Shoulder: (hesitates and answers begrudgingly)
Well, Okay, that would be nice.

(sounds of dishes clattering and water running)

Self: ‘night Dear

Left Shoulder: (menacingly) Maybe…

Sunday morning, 6:45 AM

Left Shoulder: I can still control how you sleep, you know?

Self: Yes, I know. I’ve only been able to sleep flat on my back for the past three months. You are in complete control. I can’t wait until we’re fully back on track, Babe. I love you.

Left Shoulder: Coffee?

Self: (mutters under breath) Since you won’t let me sleep, why not?