Let's hurry to the confessional...
It's been one submission, a whole week of Grind Poems (if you don't know what this is, just ask), One bad eye (right), a fair amount of squinting, A SuperBowl win for Kansas City, two new ink colors in my fountain pen, Another episode of Shrinks, a day with both joy and sadness, one journal bits post on my web site, one load of Laundry, and one week since my last Tuesday Confession.
Reader, I confess that I could not make it through the week without a second blog post as I stated last Tuesday that I would try and start doing. In my defense, I did add a post to my Poet's Notes on my website which is kind of a blog. I know, that's a lame effort to get off the hook.
I confess also that I am religiously using Combigan on my eyes and that I believe it makes some difference one day and not so much the next. Dr. Appt is coming up on the 20th.
I confess enjoy the Apple TV series Shrinks. Seeing Harrison Ford act again is good. Both his age and health are showing through.
It's 6:30 PM and I confess this day has gone from euphoric joy to deep sadness. After this, the remainder of my even plans will likely be scuttled in exchange for going to bed. I'm not tired, and I don't expect to sleep - I just don't have the desire to face anything else tonight.
I confess I need to write about 5 new poems with some emphasis on night for my manuscript. I was going to talk with someone about this today for maybe some new angles for them.
I confess I will not be going to the Super Bowl parade tomorrow. That many people downtown drinking and likely seven sheets to the wind when they arrive sure looks to me like a recipe for disaster.
I'm not kidding when I say that I believe the manuscript will be ready to pass it out to a few people to look it over soon. I confess I really see this happening. Probably no later than the end of April.
I'm afraid I'm at the end of the line for this post. Let me say that I wish you all the best in the week ahead, and be especially safe. Life is precious. Everyone's.