Though my last early morning
Chemo infusion was this past Thursday
I’m still feeling too fatigued to say
Much more than this, today:
I plan to rest, peaceably, while conveying that
At our end, all continues to go well, followed by
Hoping all’s well with you and yours, too ...
Will’s still obsessed with finding TP
In fact, he was getting ready to
Collect leaves ‘just in case’ until
It dawned on us that setting out
On a quest like that would present
My husband, being a desert dweller, with
Quite a feat seeing that
Cacti represent most of
Our neighboring plants—ouch!
Personally, I’m cool with
The number of rolls we have left from
Our pre-pandemic stash
I mean seriously
At some point in time, as
This desert dweller knows full well
The thermometer, outside, is going
To climb until it spikes so high that
Hoarders, stashing TP from
Floor to ceiling, wall to wall, are
Bound to want to park their cars
Inside their garages!
πππ»♀️❤️ππ» π
PS
Here’s a trio of reasons as to why gratitude lifts
Our spirits while quarantining, indefinitely—
Several days back, one neighbor dropped off
Fresh produce, enough to choke a horse for two weeks!
Then today, another left a love note on
Our front stoop attached to a plant in full bloom
As to the ‘piece de resistance’—well guess
What just arrived from neighbor #3?
Yessiree, you got it—a value pack of TP!
Will is ecstatic! And my spirit, which can’t stop
Smiling, feels like we’re living in
Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood!ππ»♀️π
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