The "zombies" return

The zombies have returned with a vengeance!!! I woke up at 6:30 with a nose bleed from my darn allergies... It's an awful feeling to wake and realize there is blood all over your face, but this is not the first time. It used to be all-too-often of an occurrence when I was younger.

Enough grossing out news.

Since I'm up, I might as well get to quilting! i may end up making up for the time I'll lose because of class tonight. Or, I may just sew, sew, sew this morning and then take a delightful nap later... that sounds good, too!

I shall leave you with the poem I wrote 2 weeks ago in class from a prompt...

Brief Moment of Panic # 317

I couldn’t find it, broken underfoot, the

thick steel needle snapped still holding thread—

The strap was just too much.

Delicately, tugging pieces out

without snagging the dense weave,

finally freed and sighing, now

the machine ceases to beep but

when I press my foot down

the line is no longer straight, it

was never even made, just broken

when the threads gave. I should have known

but stubbornly I rationalized insanity.

What will Sally think when I show

her what I’ve done? Cut up

pieces only to break the thing

with ambition. I just wanted a satchel,

a catch-all of ideas to carry my extra

words, phrases, and a sweater.