Pointing Accusing Fingers

total fiction I heard the words repeated on the news so sick of them that my mind rebelled... "Doge's plan and Trump commands the Constitution should be banned. Hell to that Chief! There's no relief Breaking news only heightened the blues. I don't want to hear anymore. By seven P.M. I lost count of the trips I'd made, walking fast, past my kitchen, refusing to turn on the light to see a day's worth of dirty dishes that wish I'd make them sparkling clean. They're staring with a look of contempt at me. I knew what I'd find... coffee grinds stuck to the filter Raisin bran flakes caked along the edge of a bowl a saucer with a bunch of crusts cut off of a sandwich from lunch. I'll get to them later.... The excuse I used on myself when the sink is a refuse of clutter. I've become a recluse and no one will see them anyway and the old cliché of... Tomorrow's another day. By eight thirty I was bored a time when food comes to mind Hunger would not be ignored A frozen dinner of mac and cheese "Geeze" said my stomach when it saw it coming... "Oh PLEASE, don't do this to me" Ok, ok... chocolate ice cream sounds better anyway By ten, guilt pointed accusing fingers lingering and wagging before my face. Stop it!" I actually said aloud "I'll get to them later, first thing in the morning. You'll see." My new mantra was repeated. I decided to go to bed. My usual stunt, but culpability was on the hunt haunting and taunting inside my head Two steps over the kitchen threshold and my conscience took control when I smelled the leftover fish. The thought of facing each greasy dish would not be on my to-do list come morning. I knew my mouth was puckered in a pout No doubt my yawns were angry at me and my sudden notion of conviction... a vow of benediction, it seems I'd taken awakened me to the need for sanitation. Liquid was pouring from two spouts Hot water in the sink and a 'clink' of glass on glass Pinot Noir flowed from a decanter I raised my stem and toasted the dishes "Here's to wishes that don't come true."