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A series of short naps in the morning

relieves the sky of its clouds.
Hooray for sunny workdays!
So I begin to march myself to 

the board meeting with elation.

But the moment I start mov
ing, I’m back to feeling witchy, 

sluggish, mopey and edgy. 

And this is how I have been

all week long. In summary, 

it was a no good boardwalk,
followed by a no good
board talk. Eventually,

I get home, exhausted
and itchy, sweaty with
an upset tummy, and
that’s when I get the

call that underlines
everything. One tiny
sermon that solves
all ailments. After that,

my dreams are in that
beautiful language I do
not even speak. Perhaps
what I have been doing

is astral projecting. Into the
Southern Hemisphere. Which 

never gets old. Until I wake 

up, my alarm screeching:

Get your ass to work!
My witchy, somnamb
ulent ass that knows
no electrical languages.