I’ve succumbed to the rhythm and rhyme of Tuesday snooze-day, not because this is an especially unusual site, Carley enjoying a postprandial siesta (after all, the same could be said of Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.) But coupling the second day of the work week with the hole-up-and-play-hooky siren call of a mid morning snooze? That’s simply too intoxicating to pass up. Especially because every inch of my 50 year old frame, and the grungy gray matter between my middle aged ears are aching for a little unplug and reboot time. Soon…
Tuesday Snooze-day
Snowflakes drifting
at a remove
of two glass panes,
radiant heat,
a snoring dog,
shuffling paper,
a cardinal
gathering seeds,
morning meeting
double header,
conference call,
branches frosted,
fluttering paws,
barking in sleep,
time to triage
daily deadlines,
silence ringer,
to steal some z’s.
If I can’t justify a Tuesday snooze-day IRL, then at least I can pen a paean — albeit a quick micro-paean — and enjoy the revitalizing bump of an imagined siesta. Ah, the life of a dog!