Would That I Might

Things are rather dismal around here.  Melissa and I have both been sick.  She seems to have something like the flu, and I have a gout flare up.  We have both been in bed most of the day as a result.  I almost did not do my work.  I was sleeping on and off, feeling quite miserable, and I almost said "screw it", but then I thought about this blog and decided I had to update it, which meant i would have to also post a poem, so if I was going to write one poem, well, I was going to do my usual work.  So, once more, it is my commitment here that pushed me to keep working even when I had plenty of reason not to.

It Is So Dark Tonight No moon, I find only one star and it is so dim, it disappears if I look straight towards it, I must focus on the darkness besides it, to see it's light.

This week, though I have been home, I have been continuing to work on my phone.  For the most part, this us because I have been having difficulty getting upstairs with my sprained ankle, though for the last day or so my other ankle is the one causing me trouble.  That is not too shocking, as my non-sprained ankle is the one which I broke years ago, a break that required surgery to install a metal plate.  I have been relying on it to make up for the other leg's weakness, and that is catching up with me.  The phone is far from ideal, for even more reasons than I have ever elucidated here, but it is important for me to keep going, and I am glad to find myself sticking to that commitment even under the current conditions.

What Was Entrusted to You was the care of a family legacy, one that had been handed to you by your parents, as it had been passed to them.  Now, you wish to be done with it, say it will be  impossible to keep, but you were entrusted with protecting this, with making certain it would remain for future generations of your family. If it cannot be saved for them, that is your failure.  Your parents trusted you, but they are dead, only the children will be denied it.

Well, here in the United States it is Thanksgiving, and I hope that those of you reading this who celebrate the holiday are enjoying it.  My own holiday went quite sideways, as the poem I posted attests to.  I do want to express my thanks for this blog and anyone who reads it, even if only once   I have stated before that I think of this as a central part of my work, and it is where I commit to my work in public.  I do truly think that if I didn't write this blog each day, I would likely stop keeping up with other positive habits in my writing.

Thanksgiving Optimism I want to offer my thanks, to be grateful, to say how glad I am that the man I did not know, thenone who sat across from me at dinner this holiday, did not die: when he became sick, started spitting up beige liquid, I felt certain he was having a heart attack, and I am so glad he only vomited, did not ruin the meal even worse than that.

I found a working keyboard so that I can use on my computer for the moment.  I did work up there this morning, but it was interrupted, and this evening I found myself in quite a bit of pain with my ankle, so I decided to just write on the phone.  Honestly, I feel pretty good about some of the poems I wrote this evening.  I suppose I am getting a bit more comfortable on the phone, though I know I am still much slower writing this way.  At this point, though, I don't feel as mentally hampered by the process, even if I am still quite annoyed by some of the ways that autocomplete  and autocorrect work on the phone.  Tomorrow, I really hope I will be up to working in the office.