Daily Alarm

The sound of a scream has become my daily alarm clock followed by my skin crawling.  Bolt upright, I hear the echo in my room. Instead of the pounding flow of blood between my ears, this is yet another shift in my body chemistry.  Post traumatic sleep disorder? I look down and notice a strand of…

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This Morning

This morning purred and gurgled until I started out of bed with questions about medications, incomplete previous commitments and rumblings to let me know that bathing and breakfast were the most important things of the day. I'm so gonna be late this morning.

Yesterday

Yesterday started with a flood, a neatly contained package and disorganized travel to parts somewhat unknown. I flooded the toilet.  Her diaper was full.  Of course, I was late and got lost. The rest of the day could only get better from there.