Well, it's been a week since my last confession. Shall we head to the box?
It's been a strange week. Some highs and lows but mostly everything evens out. So that said I will get down to the ntty gritty.
I confess that when I left the office today my desk was in great disarray. My desk reflects far too many projects going on, but my job is crisis driven so that's pretty much what I deal with all the time. Of course I periodically restore some order to it but daily it seems to resist order. I confess it's a constant battle.
I confess that I found a writing fellowship that I felt was perfect for me. That was till I realized how much time I would need to be in the LA area next year. I confess that I scrapped my plans to apply. There may come a time when one such program will be a good fit and all-round and when that happens I hope that I have the ability to apply.
Off and on during this past week I've wondered about the Higgs particles but I must confess having them on my mind has only resulted in mass confusion.
I confess that three times (count them), three times this week I've checked in on Scarlet the rat to make sure she is okay. Scarlet is my daughter's rat and she has been under the weather. I've never been a fan of rats since as a kid growing up in apartment near Hospital Hill I would see rats big as cats when I too the trash out. Still, I confess that Scarlet is kind of cute. In an rat creepy sort of way. Yes, I want her to get well.
I confess I had a rejection letter for three of my poems this week including one I truly believe in. I confess that I'm confident it will find a home.
I confess to drinking Arbor Mist Peach Chardonnay this week. It's not exactly like drinking quality Chardonnay but it feel kind of naughty like drinking semi-frozen Ripple or Boon's Farm Wine as a teenager. Hey, it goes down smooth.
Well there, I guess a naughty confession is a good place to stop. Even if it was a bit peachy as well.
Can I get an Amen!?