Tired yet?

How quickly it all falls by the wayside. Yesterday, for just a moment, I imagined myself a contenda in the big swimming contest. "You could be a winner for women your age," Skye the lifeguard coaxed. Yeah, because no one else is going. And today, I was one of 'em. The pool was closed before I finished today's poem. Tomorrow: swim before work. Omygod. How do people work and write at the same time, I wonder. Just 24 more days to go....