On poetry in spite of work

Photo by Brooks Elliott

This is going to be a very brief message: I have two jobs now, one involves stocking at Kohl's and the other walking (literally) miles and miles every hour at an Amazon.com warehouse.  I just got finished with 16 hours of combined work, all 16 of which involved me walking.  My feet are throbbing, and I've been up since almost this same time yesterday, and I have to wake up in 5 hours and go work another 10 hours at Amazon.

This is to say, I still wrote my poem for the day, and I'll write another tomorrow.  So no excuses, people.

Happy holidays (and writing)!