excerpt from faymails vol. 2

ohmy gosh
i am so, something or other..
besides a wee bit tired
but cry me another river chris, what else is new...

i have been drawn to write you a few times
and then sidetracked by this
and then that
imagine.

work is effort
a little bit extra effort than i would have not bargained for
ups and downs
wish i could put to use my workiness ethic likeness that i have at my job
at home.
i keep the kitchen there sparkly kleen,
dishes done with out a grumble or mumble anywhere
wipes of spills
a willingness to keep going
all and more
that i can not figure to translate to home
i hold a thought in my graze of work
to transfer this ethic, this mode,
a howto
to home
naught
to home
to sit
wait
procrastinate
grumble
scream
i just want to go to bed
but not just now
i dont want to miss any quiet
which just may happen a little bit later

cc.