mortifying

I woke up and ran to the john without grabbing my pants or glasses. Of course that was when Pete arrived with the kids.

Hmm.. sounds like everyone's in the kitchen.. (I scoot down the hall hoping nobody is around to see me in just a shirt and magenta underwear.)

I am reading Kathe Koja's short story collection. So far it's pretty damn good.

the promise

humid for days now,
soggy, close, hard to sleep,
fan doesn't help, breathing too much work..
and then, reading on the sofa,
a promising rumble above,
lights dim, sky flashes,
cool breeze on my face,
and the hope of it,
please, please..
and the sky blinks, growls,
lets go.