The Hats
I wear many hats. And I'm getting old.
And it takes me longer than it used to to switch hats. Today I'm a municipal officer, posting about fire regulations and the annual shore clean-up and recycling instructions. And I need to get into writing mode. Deadline. And edits. Deadline. And a play revamp. Deadlines. And workshop. Deadline. And a corporate tax return I was begged to do. Deadline. And I in turn need to beg someone to type up some old poetry for a publication that they downloaded to me in squinchy JPG format that a four year old couldn't read. Deadline.
And I'm tired. I feel the life is sucked out of me at the moment. I have some health issues, nothing serious, just annoyances so I phoned the doc who'll see me tomorrow morning.
And the only hat I want to wear is my reader hat. Curl up with a book that's waiting for me and tell the whole world to buzz off.
I can't even find the chef hat so's I can make my own dinner.
