Two nights ago I couldn't sleep it was around 3:00 a.m. this poem came to mind. I must have been dreaming or thinking of the days I worked. I probably should have called it dumb things that come to your head at 3:00 a.m. in the morning. ROUTINE TIME Up at 6:00 a.m. I hear the birdie Get to work for 7:30 At 10:00 a.m. I get a break 20 minutes is all I take Work until 1:00 Have lunch in the Sun 30 minutes goes by quick Back to work like a recurring flick At 3:00 my afternoon break, I take 10 Can't wait to get out of this pen Boss ask can I work 2 hours OT Not tonight I have to flee "I must get out of here fast" "Have to get home to mow the grass" Home by 5:00 Seems like it was a forever Drive Greet the wife, change my clothes It's now 5:15 my anxiety grows Start the mowing - Finish Line is in sight Must get done before it's night At 6:45 put the mower back in the shed Go inside to wash up "dinner's ready" my wife said It's now 7:00 we sit down to eatP My days work is complete It's 8:00 I sit to watch the TV By 9:00 my eyes start closing I can hardly see 9:30 I stumble into bed My body feels like it's dead Get up at 6:00 a.m. feeling refreshed Take a shower get dressed Another day I'll give it my best Tony 9/17/23