on the threshold of a dream
Nope (shaking head) if I have to get up and go play slave to the werk monster, so do you.... so roll your lazy hairy self out of that bed and quit feeling sorry for you before I give you a sore bohunkus to howl about! *G*
Love your poem, O&O... and hope tomorrow is a better day... right now, though, don't think about tomorrows... just take one day at a time! *S* That heart isn't empty... I've experienced its generosity!