The other day it occurred to me that most actions contain some sort of small print. A good example is kissing. If you look closely, many kisses contain small print about expectations, warranties and disclaimers.
I have a headache, a rare occurrence for me. The small print suggests not enough caffeine, but I'm intimidated by my new french press. It involves hot water and screens and some sort of pump and other movable parts. I feel justified in my intimidation. The french press is making me submit.
As today seems like a disjointed type of day, so too are my paragraphs. I need to start packing for the weekend adventure-to-be. We're awaying to Glenwood Springs to visit hot springs and vapor caves and hike. It will be lovely, but I need to pack first. But I have a wee headache. But I've submitted to my french press. I bet Dana knows how to work it....
An Erinku (like a haiku...only not)
To sleep in
clean sheets
with fan on
bliss
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