Would anyone mind if I just kind of complained for a few minutes?  I think I scared my friend Kehau on our phone call this morning when I described my PMS.  I’m sitting here yawning because my pillow is as thick and comfy to sleep on as a cotton ball.  Just a single cotton ball to support the whole weight of my desperate need for a good night’s sleep.

The hormonal vacillations between anger and weepiness are exhausting enough without the pillow problem.  I have a new poem brewing, but I don’t think coffee is going to wake my brain up today.  I need a crash cart.  Anyone have one lying around?  I ate a doughnut this morning.  I may have ingested it in one bite, I’m not exactly sure.  I spent the morning watching YouTube videos.  Don’t worry, I’m not squandering my time.  The YouTube videos count as research for a project Scott’s working on.  I’m helping him because it’s easier to watch a YouTube series like The LeBrons than try to write a poem about miracles.  (Actually, The LeBrons was reminiscent of the Fat Albert cartoons I watched as a kid so it was sort of enjoyable.)

I was going to say that I’m rambling a bit today, but actually, I think teetering is a more accurate word.  There must be one good thing I can leave you all with.  Let’s see….Here’s poem #185 by Emily Dickinson.  It’s not a commentary on my current state or anything like that.  I just like it.  Hope you do too.

“Faith” is a fine invention

185

“Faith” is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.