And I thought yesterday was cold… Man -7.5º this morning. Ouch. My snot froze in my nose and poor Zappa had no interest in relieving himself outside this morning. As I crossed the Hudson River the trees along the bank were all frozen and white. Looked like you could just touch them and they would shatter and with the sun shinning on them they glistened. I had a meeting last night in Indian Lake and the moon was so bright I could have driven home without headlights.
Another restless night for the brown poop. From about 4am till 8 this morning he was running, chewing, and pooping. Just as I feel back asleep the alarm goes off, I raise my head to see a beautiful sleeping bastard on my pillow. I just wanted to bite him for a little pay back, but I choose to get up and take a shower, as I dodge poop bombs.
Enough non-sense from me… here is that poem I promised you yesterday. Thanks for the recent comments about my little blog. Keep ‘em coming.
Thanks!

Random Rambles From a Restless Mind

coffee bubbles deep down inside me
churning within my blood race up
to my head and push my thoughts outward
ideas float just above my hair like a cloud
of warm rain draining on me one summer day

These days are begging to fly by without
notice care time or reason
I miss the days of the past when I had spent
time creating, driving, dancing, flowing forward
to a halt this begins to end before I begin again.

Eric D. Potter