The Sticky

TapeRelaxation must be forced on me.

It does not come gently into my bones. It does not settle upon me and sigh like a dove.

Oh, no.

Relaxation, my friends, has to be duct-taped to my squirming mind. Held tight and secure against my psyche until I exhaust myself or the “sticky” runs out.

Sometimes the absurdity of my life astounds even my sticky soul.

Until Monday (travel day tomorrow)…


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