What can I say? I'm off my A-game today. Feeling sub-par and a couple of steps behind the rest of the world. What a gift to have a day to be a layabout--I'm feeling better already.

Sleep in, then stagger downstairs

to make coffee.

What day is it?

Regret missing church, and move on

to the New York Times.

Tend to sick pre-teen son,

who suddenly likes you again

on account of the toast and tea

you bring.

Take non-sick older son to his soccer game

and watch the kids run

while moving as little as possible

yourself.

Serve up an unremarkable dinner

and return to the horizontal position

and the newspaper.

Stagger back to bed.

Tomorrow is a new day.