Thanks for asking (the Corona Chronicles)

That first week was briefly idyllic, an extended vacation with the welcome absence of oft-repressive obligations. Week two brought a disorientating awareness of the shift in commitments and relationships that long justified my existence. By week three I was overwhelmed with the contradiction of increasing time and decreasing motivation. The fourth week brought ego bruises painfully revealing my inability to turn this chaos into some golden opportunity. 

By six, seven and eight I had devolved to maintaining basic needs while bargaining with the almighty for any possible escape.

Thanks for asking. So, how are you handling the quarantine?

Fiction 101: Tell a story in 101 words or less.

X, Y & Z

First day of summer

Always first of something

And last of something else

Who do I know,

Correct that, did I know, that

Won’t see this one,

This summer, I mean

If I stop and

Think and

Consider

The reality,

Possibly the stupidity,

Of spending today

Looking forward to

The completion of X,

The end of Y and

The arrival of Z

I can keep finishing,

Acquiring, accomplishing

Until there is no more

And, yes,

That would include

No more of me