Taking notes

Take note... Ahh that's the line I left and wrote nothing else I don't recall if that was for me or a rant that I didn't have Having just drank a cup of tea in a cafe and not bought the guacamole ingredients from the adjacent shop as intended I feel I should take note I might take note of the fact I'll buy the ingredients at the next shop with the children and it'll be fine Or I might take note of the fact my heart is fluttering a bit at the fact I've maybe let someone down, maybe myself The children will be none the wiser, they'll happily pick out fun stuff and it'll be great I just hold residual disappointment in myself Thinking why would I do such a thing (I sat and read poetry - this is walking and writing poetry so efficient) I invited a friend to a facial I was going to and wished her son happy birthday I checked on the details of a trip away If someone told me about that use of time I'd say they'd done nothing wrong But I feel wrong, so frequently and maybe I should take note that I shouldn't