I am exhausted. This week has been:
Orders: books, DVDs
Scouting for new vendors and pricing for new rugs, new printers, new computers, a new projector
Meetings: Board, FRIENDS, Safe Routes to School Committee
- And all the stuff that comes up along the way
It is only Thursday and I've already worked 47 hours. I can't do tomorrow... I can't, I can't, I can't. You can't make me. The ONLY thing that helps during times like this is poetry.
"i go to this window"
i go to this window just as day dissolves when it is twilight(and looking up in fear i see the new moon thinner than a hair) making me feel how myself has been coarse and dull compared with you, silently who are and cling to my mind always But now she sharpens and becomes crisper until i smile with knowing -and all about herself the sprouting largest final air plunges inward with hurled downward thousands of enormous dreams