Nice day! Lots of sylphs! Big ones and little ones, too! Chemtrails everywhere, just the same. Except for two hours, I had to take a nap and awoke prior to 4:30pm to loud sounds downstairs. A much needed sleep from burning out during the Lenten Season project, left unfinished and yet unchecked.
It was the girl and Maw. Seems like the boy has been overcharging his credit card. It could temporary. And neither is the girl’s laziness to garden with her well-manicured hands. But pride doesn’t go away that easy. Nor does Maw’s high blood sugar of 233 after a couple of bites of egg white sponge cake. It’s sweet smell rides into my nostrils like the sulfuric devil and the girl’s presence and her high pay for living large, like his ego.
Paw didn’t notice the disappearance of the four cakes as I had squeezed out the life of the meringue with my bare hands under running water. The air taking most of the space and only bits and pieces of the softness left floating on the water’s surface or dropping down below to the strainer. Whirr! Went the garbage disposal. A momentary deepened sound of sadness came from the machine as it was filled with cholesterol — too thick to grind.
And so another day became yet another night. Nothing but living for a life and donating time and junk from the trunk earlier this morning. What’s left but the comfort of a bed waiting for the sleepy heads. Good night for now. ~the Flynn.
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