One day at a time, I fear
A dread existentially
Made it my philosophy
Each morning my mind made clear
One day at a time, I fear
Days are done with entropy
Fallen down unhappily
Into the night they disappear
One day at a time, I fear
Broken up elegantly
What was it specifically?
Unknown circumstances here
One day at a time, I fear
Submitted to dVerse Poetry Form: Ballata and Weekly Prompts -The One-Day Prompt (4) and initial inspiration from the Charles Schultz quote there.
Today I’m feeling:
Tired still, though I didn’t sleep until after 1 am, partly because of my afternoon nap but also because I was playing a game on my phone.
When I stopped playing and saw that it was 1.20 am, I immediately deleted the game! I can’t be using up so much time like that.
Today I’m grateful for:
Amy being back and cooking or buying food for me. I’m short of money again and trying not to spend anything. It will be like this for a couple more months at least. Hang in here, Shaun!
The best thing about today was:
Getting out to my room and thinking about adding old pictures to the blog, which I did a few of today, along with some more old emails and looking through other bits and pieces of writing that I have.
I also listened to a few albums of stuff that I had downloaded, including the old Fusion live tapes. I was perhaps inspired by listening to Per Purpose as I was driving today.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
I didn’t watch any TV today. But this was on purpose, as I didn’t want to find out the result of the Swans game before being able to watch the mini-match tomorrow.
I did end up watching the movie Inside Out in the evening though as Amy had recommended it and it was enjoyable and I’m curious about the second one and if it could be useful for my students.
Lots of other things were out of my control today but I never let myself get out of control.
Review your acts, Good and bad.
I drove Amy and me around the city so we could eat and visit Mum. Amy loves being a backseat driver and I generally just let it slide, joking today, asking if she would talk to a taxi driver like that. She said I’m not a taxi driver and ‘I can talk to my husband any way I like’ and then, jokingly, gently slapped my face. I guess I’m special!



















