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Today was my last get-my-ass-up-at-6am, stumble-out-the-house work day before I enter into an eleven day retreat. I think I mentioned this before but I won’t be going anywhere special. I’ll be staying home. What bliss! I have wanted to have a stay-at-home-by-my-damned-self vacation forEVER. I love my husband but goddam I’m going to love being alone for a change. It would have been better still without the kids if I could manage to not worry about them every minute. This is as alone as I’ll ever be the rest of my life, gods willing.

I should write a poem!

Ode to vacation

ding dong, my pass is hung
gas you pass? my work door pass.
ding dong, my wretched pass is flung!

goodbye for eleven days!
my crotch’s ablaze for a drinking craze
oy-vey! I needs me some good lays

work’s gone where aunt flow goes
down the drain, no one knows
Kicked up my feet for some repose

ding dong, I flung my pass
it swung into a pile of dung
ding dong, it’s time to smoke some grass!!