Good.

And the day was filled with confusion and things
That didn't work.
Not the way I'd planned.
Not the way I hoped.
And people, though not memorably mean,
Could only do what they could to help.
And I respect that.
I try occasionally to be just like them.
Miss as often as I hit.
And at one point I felt a throbbing up in my neck on the left hand side
And thought, "Uh oh."
But I didn't die today.
Not in body, leastwise.
And everywhere I turned, there was work to be done with barely the strength, skill or inclination to do it.
But some things got done.
Not the way I'd planned.
Not the way I hoped.
But they got done.
And it rained.
Not enough to complain about
And not enough to rejoice about.
But it rained.
And there was work
And that was that.
But tonight, babe.
Tonight was a lobster tail filled with cherry flavoured custard and there was a half consumed pecan pie from Brunetti.
And some chocolates from Hawaii and from Belgium.
And I type still licking the chocolate and custard from my fingers.
Just the way I'd planned.
Just the way I'd hoped.

Unfinished sweet.