Monday morning, 3:43AM. I didn’t get a poem up this weekend but should have one ready for next week. This morning I draft a decent poem about waking up after taking melatonin that should serve my purposes well.

This weekend was a bit of a wash, one of those weekends that, were someone to ask me what I did between Saturday morning and Sunday night, I would have to think hard before I answered. Saturday afternoon I read from “Vurt” and slept. Saturday night I hung out with the kids and fell asleep. Sunday morning T, S and I went to Stein’s, Borders, Best Buy, and Michael’s. Sunday afternoon we watched some of the Brewers game and I cleaned the house. Last night we read and fell asleep. I felt like the kids wanted all of my attention this weekend and I was a bit harsh on them. That line between attention and encouraging independence is very hard to draw.

So I’m up, near four in the morning, not sure what I should do. I’m afraid that a workout would send me into cardiac arrest. Should I shower and go into work? I don’t know. Maybe. I could get a lot done. But I’ll be wired as I haven’t worked out yet. Hm. Maybe I should meditate. Read. Go back to bed. We’ll see. Good morning.