Temporary

everyday has the potential to be exactly what you wish it to be. But not all live up to it as we rummage along the hours like rats in a maze. No one seizes what is theirs anymore, and it seems most of what we have is squandered for reasons known and unknown alike.

Temporary is life. Things don't last, reminding us of what in this world doesn't last but she mocks us, this planet. I listen in the late hours when most of you are sleeping and hear her silent laughter as she suffers the temporary pains we provide her when we rape her skin and steal her secrets. I was cooking this past evening. Not the whole baker's ordeal and what not but had gone shopping and returned home to realize the day was not as long as I wanted it. I wasn't angry. What need would there have been? Time didn't slip away, I just miscalculated what was needed and how much. Most of us do that in all or some facets either way.

So I did not get the children (borrowed one) home until late and by the time my own daughter had finished helping me it was hours past her sleep time. Today she had planned for school but that was only temporary as I cannot let her suffer my mistake. I bent time and bent reason and gave her a day off...a sick day...a sick of life day. She was more than accepting and will give me grief when I wake up at 2-ish for all the work I will give her to do to ensure she is good and tired and ready for bed on time. I don't like her idle. I am not idle. And despite my fragile state and good looks (giggles), I get more done than any three of my exes combined!
Tonight my replicant will cook with me and eat and be merry and we will resume her schedule as if there never was this little radar blip, and the temporary break will be vanished only slightly in our past.

I wish all of you and yours a temporary blip. I wish that your free day is filled with work you love, people who love you and a full plate. I do not squander what I know I can't take with me. I utilize everything as my peoples had. And when I am gone there will be just the words on the screen or paper and maybe a voice recording or two of what I was like...temporary.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.