Daily Writing Challenge

F-16

Today four hundred seventy five words are due. The laundry drama is still ongoing. My mother in law did not get in gear in time to do Papa's laundry at the laundromat. She can not drive after dark, and she did not get moving in time to do the laundry before it was too late. So I have all of Papa's laundry in my basement laundry area. I have to get it done tonight because he does not have any clean pants, and he has two appointments tomorrow. So, my mother in law is supposed to show up over here at nine in the morning to pick up his clothes. At the laundromat, it would have been one load, and I would have gotten it done in like two hours. In my washer, it is two loads that will probably have to be double dried, so about five hours. Then I need to fold it. I have a headache and just want to lie down. Maybe a little nap would help, but I have to stay on top of the laundry. I must get it done tonight. I have had a headache all day. I can not take anything for it until bed time. My eyes are sleepily trying to close as I type, and they are going slightly unfocused from exhaustion. I am really tired. I got up early today with the hopes of a relatively quick and early laundry run. Now I am going to have to stay up late to finish. I am so tired. Two hundred and twenty five words are still needed. I can not just keep commenting on how tired I am, but that is really the only thing going through my head.

My internal choo choo train has completely derailed. It has been playing chicken with my exhaustion, and the exhaustion won. That reminds me of the country song, I played chicken with a train. Yeah, I can so see that stuff happening. I remember a bookstore that existed in Cheyenne, Wyoming thirty plus years ago. I was a used bookstore. My mom would always take us when we went to Wyoming during the time she was settling my great uncle Don's estate. I looked forward to it every time. They also had vintage vinyl records and tapes. I bought a disco version of a Star Wars music tape there, and I listened to it for years. I loved that tape. I miss it. I also miss the tape from the final performance the year I made city wide choir. I had to audition for it, and I got in. It was fun. One of the songs we sang was in Latin. I do not even have a tape player anymore and do not know how to get my hands on one. So I guess it is just as well that I do not know where the tapes are. I should not dwell on it too much, it will just set me off down the tangent of just how much I lost when I followed my mother to Lincoln when she got put on a ventilator.