Pooped

p o o p e d laptops workbooks schoolagers out. weekend is here Saturday workday from home a tenuous reader stoops
3/20/2020 stoops - yields, submits
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Rigoler Avatar
March 22, 2020 at 11:07 AM
I'm ensconed in my bedroom/study editing hundreds of my poems written over more than 20 years! A task, to be sure, but necessary. Th exhaustion, however, is mental rather than physical. Best of health to you. / M
Rodrigues Avatar
March 22, 2020 at 11:10 AM
I always say everybody has their 24 hours and does what they do. May you be blessed with good health and have fun with edits!
Krutsinger Avatar
March 22, 2020 at 8:11 AM
Are you at home now, my friend? We are for at least another ten days. This poem reminds me that all three of my daughters are now telecommuting.
Rodrigues Avatar
March 22, 2020 at 8:13 AM
Yes since Monday until I guess the school’s open.
Wolf Avatar
March 21, 2020 at 11:01 PM
There's always 'Facebook.' LOL. Of course, if you don't want to puke,.... Hang in there, my friend! :) Gershon
Rodrigues Avatar
March 22, 2020 at 8:17 AM
Trying to decipher your message. Basically I’ve had to do schooling with my wonderful grandsons and my library job is requiring we read a book from home and do a book review. None of this is bad...just adjusting to the times.
Romios Avatar
March 21, 2020 at 2:42 PM
Kim.....Seeing another face is truly a blessing.the distancing is so odd! I wonder why the President and his team are practically on top of each other at press conferences. Surely they can set an example and do better. Dr. Fauci right in the midst of them all, crushed together like sardines! Cough Cough. Panagiota xx
Rodrigues Avatar
March 21, 2020 at 2:46 PM
Who knows! I guess they are working for us. I don’t think that is worth all the fuss. I took a walk and said hello to any neighbor I saw. At least we can do that without getting close. Love thy neighbor. Love ya, Panagiota and hope you and yours are doing well!
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