Not yet 5.

I hear traffic in the distance and kittens downstairs and my clock ticks off the seconds with a mechanical sound reminiscent of madness if one dwells there too long.

I will work and my girl will go to school and things will happen or not of which I have little or no control over and I know how I feel about this is irrelevant however I do want control sometimes.

The cats want fed and I will shower and dress which is always the case until it’s not. I have somewhere to go and others depend on me to be there. I am fortunate.

I walk with God however the devil is in the details.

I will pray in the shadows…