We wake from a half-sleep at deafening dawn; a dreamless slumber severed in three doesn’t prepare us as it should for a day of work & childcare.
Harry Redknapp-esque eyelids haunt us from the get go, making vision a chore and aesthetics a no show. We do our best to put one foot in front of the other but fail spectacularly.
We pray we make it through the day:
THIS IS AUGUST AND EVERYTHING AFTER.
( J )
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Joe / Man Not Machine 