votive days

today - 6 in 58:40.
tonight - ut v lsu women's basketball.
tomorrow - rain.

today - no mail.
tonight - grilled chicken salads.
tomorrow - mardi gras.


today - cookies at 15:00.
tonight - 24. heroes.
tomorrow - english muffins for breakfast.

today - vandy baseball #1, basketball #17.
tonight - headlines on leno.
tomorrow - tomorrow... tomorrow...

tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time,
and all our yesterays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death. out, out, brief candle!
life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more; it is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing. (macbeth)

getting it together.
and, you're feeling happy.
you've made some progress.
you're stringing together the normality.
you're gaining focus.
you're gaining strength.
then, the phone rings.
and, for a split of infinity,
you think it is her.
then, you realize -
it never will be her again.
and, you're back to square one.
looking for the happiness.
seeking the joy.
climbing out of the hole again.
and, again.
and, again.
and.
and.
again.