Thursday On My List

For some reason, Thursdays find me warped both in a space of inertia and hyperactivity. Perhaps the anticipation from hitting work deadlines on a Friday creates havoc within my frail psyche. Half-awake, I forget the kitchen's GPS--where is it? With lungs soaked on oolong tea leaves, Fingers dribble on a Japanese mug, now cold And jaybirds' drowsy talk wouldn't bring me to reality Car keys jangle by the table's edge... I am on auto-pilot mode: Until a quick bath reminds me there's LIFE after 6 am! Hair swept in a bun, time screams fashion alert Lunch comes goes as I stare on a white screen; THE boss hovers by that I piano the board Racing project's notes on page 3 Yet every darn line seems inane! Finally, I get my groove Come late afternoon, an outgoing box is cleared! Whistling, these hips zumba in the room, well, lightly... How feet race uptown to view jazz events Reservations done For winsome friends--our Saturday's thrill! Evening crawls while I gorge on pasta Then mild breathwork to release drained energy-- Netflix? Not! Thursday is my scourge! How Breezes' tune carouses When in a flash, night stars blind me That something knocks me out-- An impertinent Friday afterthought, maybe. ---------- 8/1/2019 Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List Contest Sponsor: Dear Heart