Listless

 

I finished up feeding the dogs and cats and changed their water. Sent them outside into the yard, took my own bath and shaved, because frankly I stank. Now I just got through taking my own meds and cleaning up my crowded computer screen. My blood pressure is normal for those of you keeping count. Although there’s not many of us left that remember when that was a thing in conversation. I feel like getting back in bed to be honest. But my wife took that idea away by making up the bed.

Still my eyes are feeling heavy, but I’m doing my damnest to stay motivated. But considering it’s the middle of the month and all the things that drove me in life have either moved out or work themselves. I starting to feel like one of those old folks rocking the morning away at the old folks home in Lumber City. Our goals are different now, gone are the obligations that kept us chained to a job. If you’re lucky you get to work a job for something to do. But sadly most of us old timers have to work just to fill up the pick-up truck or learn to eat cat food.

Then there are some of us tied to the obligations of taking care of others or maybe even ourselves. Denied any real help other than maybe a small per diem to take our loved ones to the doctor. But then still having to make arrangements to take off from work and make it up. Lord knows where I am heading with this, other than to stop and get me a glass of lemon tea. For most of us life isn’t about expectations, it’s about grinding along for the next paycheck, and in a way that’s kinda sad. But ever since Adam decided to do his own thing, man has had to turn the soil so to speak. Leaving us weary and often listless to pursue the dreams we really want. So we settle for the world’s standard for success that mostly leaving us plowing a field for a carrot will never catch.   

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