A week was spent with no heat; my old boiler had had enough. Perhaps it was just a test; to see if we are old house tough. ~ The temperature dropped into the teens, we also had some snow. We huddled in the kitchen; basking in the old stove’s glow. ~ Now the boiler’s been replaced, our cold feet are now a memory. Now which shoe will drop next, we’ll just have to wait and see.
I think today’s Saturday but I’m not sure. It’s just another day waiting for a cure. I tossed and turned all through the night. I awoke to darkness but the sky was bright. ~ My input seems to be running out. In silence I wish to scream and shout. Coffee’s running low and milk’s getting old. Veggies growing limp and bread’s growing mold. ~ The toilet paper’s still in good supply. My hands scrubbed raw so I won’t die. The day then turned the dullest of gray. But it doesn’t really matter, cos in we’ll stay. ~ Plans for the future now put on hold. So inside we’ll wait until we’re told. I’ll make some calls to those I miss. I’ll wake my sweetheart with a kiss. ~ While trying not to get the blues, we’ll start our day with the news. Breakfast we’ll share with lots of love. And we’ll thank our lucky stars above. ~ We’ll visit the world on the screen. We’ll watch the grass turning green. We’ll happily spend time doing chores, hoping for a chance to get outdoors. ~ I simply can’t bear another TV show. The cars got gas but there’s nowhere to go. Perhaps we’ll walk, but not too far. Or we’ll play some cards and guitar. ~ We’ll write a little and maybe draw. I’ll tell her she’s the cutest I ever saw. We’ll have our supper with a candle lit. Then it’s off to bed to read for a bit. ~ We’ll reflect on these times we now live in. Then dream of the next to soon begin; when doors will open from our self-made tomb, awakened all, to a new spring bloom.