Midseason Slump

This is not my Monday poem. Nor is it my Saturday or Sunday poem. The truth is, I wrote a kind of a poem on Saturday while sitting in a chair at a salon. I then proceeded to have a wild, exhausting, somewhat nonstop weekend ending with passing out in bed at 2 am this morning, only to get up again to go to work at 7:30. I'm tired. I'm lagging behind in more ways than I can count. But my intention is to keep going, make it work. I'll probably just publish my Saturday poem as I wrote it (though it was full of interruptions). Sunday's poem I have in my head, and I was hoping to make it a fully fleshed, well thought out, polished poem (in contrast to a lot of these stream of consciousness rantings I've published lately). But then there's today's poem and the days keep passing and time is not on my side. Today I work to 5 and then leave work to go to work to probably 11. Then I'll need to find my way home, find my way to bed, only to get up again at 7:30 to go to work, etc, etc, etc...

I'll find a way.