i'm camoflaged!

snow day number two! list of things to do today: budget, clean kitchen, laundry, find the title to my poor old car, clean out my inbox, DANCE!, risk upsetting the poor visiting cat by making bread in my noisy bread machine???...possibly borrow a snow shovel.
yes, i am having trouble not mildly freaking out because i am losing money by not being able to go to work. Everyone is losing money. the coffee shop is losing money, the tulsa world, the transit people...and we're all going to be fine. "Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, not about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble." Matthew 6:25-34.

Today's poem is about an overwhelmed cuckoo clock:

Yesterday my cuckoo clock
Grew so confused, it froze.
"There's so much time! It Never ends,
On, on, and on it goes!"
"And yet it marches steadily--
It's one, two, three, and four,
Etcetera...it's simple! Though,
It does sound like a bore."
"I don't abhor the tedium!
If only I could rest
An hour here or there...but time
Is one eternal pest!
A second, minutes, hours, days!
Then weeks and months and years!
And I keep track of All Of It!
I've had it up to here!!"
It's then poor cuckoo stopped.
His hands read half-past ten-till-two.
And since time's marching on, he'll have
Some catching-up to do.