Weak days

are the most difficult.

It’s not the work that doesn’t get done

It’s the inability to work that does you in.

You think,

as you sink

heavily into the couch

that you are worthless,



You think about your usual

activities and projects.

They are carrots dangling out of reach.

They are torturing you.

When will a weak day

just be a peaceful chance to nestle into soft things?

When will you accept your body?

I am worried about your old age.

for GDC with love