Heeding The Call

It's hot enought to melt a pale dude today, for certain. The kids called me this morning. Just two weeks away and already you can hear change in them - growth. The sound of their voices, one at a time, pulled directly on the loose frayed ropes of my heart. So that's good, it's still there. Humid now, and I spent the afternoon drifting in bed after and before work. It's that again - work as much as possible, not to get ahead but to stay afloat, which I guess is getting ahead but barely. That gets old, and you know what? So do I. Trying to gear up for the overnight shift.