no time.

no time.
i don't know where it's going,
but it's going there as fast as it can, neighbors.
my day off was all over and done with before it even got started-
and i was up and at 'em from the right side up,
on the right side of bed,
on the right side of bright and early.
damn.
i suppose there's blame to be issued,
and i'm sure it sits solidly on my shrugging shoulders.
what can i say, kids?
it's hard to handle a runaway day.
i was falling asleep, no, i was asleep,
and waking up in the dark night under a lamplit novel,
before i registered that i should sit down and take it easy for a second.
who gets worn-out from running errands all day?
that's a dumb way to waste a day.
don't get me wrong,
i was baking like a maniac all morning,
multitasking and attacking new ideas,
or at least, figuring out the best way to begin.
uh-huh.
i burned out the morning,
and scorched the afternoon before i got out into the gardens
to bask in some actual restful relaxation....
for about ten minute.
there are art projects,
and treats, and chores, and yardwork, and housework,
and grocery shopping and time-spanning, and tattoo drawings,
and trip preparations, and graduation preparations all awaiting my attention.
that's the thing, friends.
there's so much that needs doing,
with long lists of incomplete tasks each taking up a sliver of my attention,
that very little is getting finished,
and what is underway is under the swarm of scattered thoughts
that sting and nettle and needle their way into ruining what's going on
with the anxious angsty dread of what else should be happening,
but isn't.
yup.
so i was racing around,
grinding my gears, spinning in circles and dervish-drilling a hole in my floor.
i should've been holding a broom,
then at least i'd be getting something done.
it wasn't a complete waste of a day.
i did activate some expert cookies.
check the teleport:

matcha sweet green tea powder?!
mmmhmmmmm.
don't think for even half of a split second that i'm not into it.
because, obviously,
i AM.
what's better than a round sugar cookie?
shapes.
what's better than one shape?
more shapes!
and what's better than one more-shapes cookie?
two!
and if they happen to be stacked,
with some sexy green tea frosting between 'em?
yes, guys, i know-
that's the right amount....
...but only after a powdery plastering of sugardusty sprankles.
i'm sayin'- when it comes to treats,
i'm not actually an A*-hole...
they're soft,
as much from the buttery blast of shortbread as the brutal bath of humidity.
that soft-serve succulence that is pretending to be frosting probably
isn't hindering any of that cakey moisture content, either.
i s'pose that's gotta be the way they are destined to remain.
soft green sugarbiscuits are the thing.
i'd tell you more,
but like i said-
there's just no time;
never quiet, never soft.....