Day 9 - Fail

It's time for bed again and still no poem. 2 days in a row. I wrote three lines of something ghazal-ish, but not good, not done, not worth posting.

I'm feeling bored by the stuff I keep coming up with.

I'm glad the weekend is almost here, but I'm not really looking forward to it. Just work, no fun plans. If I were in Ohio, I'd spend Saturday afternoon at my folks' and Sunday afternoon at my sister's. I miss weekends like that. I miss routines and familiar kitchen tables. It's going to be really, really weird spending Easter alone. Hopefully they're playing The Ten Commandments on one of the channels I get.