This morning as I finished my super strong Jeds coffee I was hoping to feel the caffeine start to work its magic. I wanted to be bright and sparky for day two of the conference (you will recall yesterday’s Origins post was inspired by it).
But I realised that no amount of coffee will help me today – I need to manage my work and obligations through bursts of activity followed by rest. The haiku seems to be the form of poetry that best matches the ebb and flow of my energy today.
Today's mail The postal system will move millions of letters, but none are for me. Roses for love Last weeks' roses wilt petals may drop to the ground but the love goes on. Long covid Two years of trying to escape the long embrace of claims it's a hoax.