This is the week I’m supposed to hear.
Monday silent. Tuesday I email to follow up.
Internet goes down. Husband doesn’t understand.
Files go missing. Passwords disappear.
Ladders to reach equipment that are put in the most inconvenient part of the closet.
Biggest ladder, I’m still too short to reach what I need.
Apps don’t work.
Passwords are lost.
Techs don’t speak English.
Still no call. Still no job. It’s only Tuesday….don’t panic.
The moon pulls at me, full last night, and up way past noon.
I put on the shoes and get ready to run.
Stretching 2 miles into three.
362 calories burned? Are you kidding?
That’s a lot of effort for so little reward.
I have talent. I have gifts.
I’m ready. I’m out there.
I’m not F’ing around.