Funny Good

For whatever reason I didn't sleep my norm last night. I've been kind of antsy lately, like a caged lion, wanting and needing some shit to jump off. I know a big part of what I need, but I don't want the hassle of what goes along with a sexual release. But something's got to give or my career may suffer. While working in an atmosphere where credit is given for being chipper, and a team player. This phase that I'm going through isn't helping. The crankiness and smiles turned upside down, signals to others not to approach.  
I awoke this morning far ahead of the sun. I laid there in the dark mapping out my day at work, until the alarm sounded. The only question cycling through my mind is, “do I have milk.” But with milk on my mind , I turned the corner into the bathroom to sharply. The pain of striking my foot on the door jamb radiated up into my shin. Funny, realization struck in the middle of all that pain, that I was out of milk. I couldn't help but think while taking a shower, dam I drink a lot of milk. Never mind that I'll pick up two gallons on the way home.  
With no cereal, I finally made it to work. I worked half of the day on a project only to have it shelved. But that is the nature of the beast, you always roll with what is hot. It took the remainder of the day to organize and set up on the next project. Just fine the end came to a suck ass day, part of a suck ass week, and so on. I picked up my milk and made it home okay remembering to grab the mail on my way into the house. I was thinking of several projects that I had to finish here at home, but not before a bowl of cereal and reading my mail..  
The mail was all junk, except one post card. Now who would be sending me a post card? It wasn't a holiday or anyways near my birthday. But there it was although I didn't recognize the name. But inside the card was a picture of two adult and three children, all boys. The lady, the centerpiece, with a smile that lit up the whole picture, rebooted my memory. There was Sunshine, the only name that I had ever called her. It had been quite a few years since I last saw her. How in the world did she manage to find me? On the back of the picture was everyone's names, along with the boys ages, it also held a little heart drawn on it, nice. I opened the card and it simply said, “I still think of you.” I studied the picture while finishing my cereal. I later found myself whistling while working on my projects. Dawn came and went with me still asleep. Dam life is good in a strange way at time.