bad day etc.

 

Trying to feel as though I’m not under the weather.

 

Whether for ill or for better.

 

Love letters scribed by loyal setters:

We long for our health.

 

Wine stained teeth and free range beef.

Headache, sick pains, and cold feet.

 

Rain, snow, or sleet,

Each night we tire ourselves over sleep.

 

And in the morning we wake with a leap.

 

Startled sound alarm clock.

As wood floors creek and retreat.

 

Not all was lost;

We found time.

 

What kind of day was it?

I can’t tell….

One night of fun can turn a whole weekend to hell…

 

There are plenty more in stock.

As if we are so drunk; we pretend we forgot.

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