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Christmas season
The season has fully kicked off. After a full day of work, I quickly ran to buy a few presents for the gift exchange before getting home with just enough time to put the appetizers in the oven before the first guests showed up. Our first work Christmas party for our new clinic. Small but…
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Christmas goodies
Something about this time of year leads me down a bad and uncomfortable road. This road is paved with good intentions, but it creates the urge to gorge myself on all the Christmas goodies. I start off so strong, then think, hmmm, just one… and then one turns into all of its friends and an…
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Sleepyhead
His halo shines Angelic in the light Saintly is his sleeping face, Quietly breathing in the night. He fell asleep with a little gasp Fighting to the last Now I sit here silently, until alertness has past. My little boy, My bright small one I love you more each day, my little man, my sun.
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End of work days
A hazy patina coats my eyes, blurred with the haste of the day Emotions and ails, wounds and fails Everything crossing my way I lurch with fatigue And struggle to breathe Wondering how to get by, I let out a sigh and try not to bleed I stumble through the door, grateful to sit, A…
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Sunday afternoon and the Christmas tree
Today was full of events, big and small, good and bad. It was a full Sunday of everyday moments. I snuggled my little guy as he woke up, at 5 am today, and somehow convinced him to come to the garage while I exercised. He was still tired I think, likely why it was successsful.…
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Saturday morning
I’m really feeling my age today. Stuff and creaky when I got up, I padded around getting the couch ready for my early morning riser. Never sleeping past six am on days when I’m home, he opens his door slowly and I hear him call for me. Carrying his favorite blue blanket, he sits on…
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Ragnarok
Friday. My end of the week. Still struggling with my altered, torch singer-with-a-cold voice, I headed to work already dreaming about the end of the day. Once again, an early day… that morphed into a late day, causing me to be so grateful I hadn’t booked myself for clinic. By the time I left job…
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Misery loves solitude
The last day of November for another year, and my head is a cloudy mess. Full of jumble and lacking a voice, somehow I made it through the day. I’d like to say I was treated to hot tea and foot rubs all day, but alas, I’m neither rich nor on vacation. Instead, I made…