Sundries

Where The Energy Be?

Posted by r.Douglas on

The cancer has been slapping me around a bit this week, making me so weak all I could do was sit on the bed with my feet on the floor and pine for the time to evaporate.

I was steamed by my inability to recruit anything other than apathy. Not even the muscle memory of handling many a past predicament allowed for conjuring the necessary energy to muscle through the day. Looking for a way to reroute the source.

And here is a hazy little audio riff!

Published by r.Douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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  1. judigoldberg says:
    February 21, 2026 at 9:55 am

    she’s a bitch and a bit of a whore. and does more than her share of silly slapping. it toggles the boggle. and

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