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Waking up with a plan
Yet fate will play a role
Flat tires or random calls
Delays gnawing on your watch
Trying to push them away
As new ones storm the door
Problems lingering
Just waiting for the chance
Pouncing with barbed claws
That sink into your mood
Clouding up your day
As you try to hold a smile
A forgotten errand
Maybe not important
Until you find out that it is
Cursing and flailing
Perhaps the night will be better
At least you will get some sleep
Midnight screams
Rocketing you from sleep
A child is crying in the cold
So you rush to see and help
Two cats screwing by the window
Tomorrow I will expect the worst
Legends of Windemere 
This poem speaks to me on a deeply emotional level. Every day seems to be like this for me. I have every intention of accomplishing a certain thing (i.e. writing) and then everything just gets in the way. Haven’t run into two cats screwing yet, though — my cats mostly just spoon and look unbelievably adorable. I’m kind of jealous of their love, to be honest.
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My ‘days off’ seem to always hit the fan. I don’t have a big project to keep distractions at bay, so things come at me from every direction. It’s nearly 11 AM here and I haven’t touched my outlining like I planned. Been busy planning out how to move everything around the kid’s room when I secretly get him a new ‘big boy’ bed next week. Not as easy as I thought.
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Some days Charles, I even go to Plan C! You always have to have a back up it seems. Great poem! ~Elle
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Plan C is always fun. Better than Plan D, but it does pale in comparison to Plan W. 😛
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All of my good intentions fizzled out by noon. I made it to through spin class and first round of Passover grocery shopping this morning, but just reading a book is sounding very tempting now. 🙂
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I don’t think I’ve done anything really useful today. Honestly, I’ve spent the last 2 hours repeatedly thinking that I need to shave. Sooooo lazy.
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Hahaha. Sounds about like my past two hours–well, not actually the shaving part–just the getting up to do something.
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Whew. The cats part got me.
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If only I made that up.
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I knew you didn’t. That’s why it got me. Damn people who won’t neuter their pets.
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These are strays. Nobody knows where they came from. A neighbor called animal control to catch them, but we think they only got the kittens that were born behind a shed. The adults just showed for the first time since the last snowstorm.
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I want to keep crossing those out until we get to Plan Z, kind of like The Cat in the Hat Comes Back. 🙂
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Then we move on to Roman Numerals.
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Ha! Such an apt poem for me after a hard weekend.
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Same here. Nothing is going right lately.
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