Guest poet! :)

Good Morning...wait...mid-afternoon! my mind is all kaboobled from doing the p90x cardio workout with Daniel! muhaha! the sad thing is, i turned our AC down several degrees (from 83 to 76) during the course of the workout, and it hasn't even changed 1 degree. it's still 83 in here. Whew! and, for good measure, GRRR!

after going to Sam's for work, and Dilly Deli for breakfast (hash browns topped with prosciutto, pesto, sun-dried tomatoes and two over-medium eggs), we went to Doubleshot for some thinking/writing/drawing/crosswording time. oh, and coffee-drinking of course :) After i struggled to write a sonnet, daniel wrote a poem too, which he has given me permission to share, yay! the turquoise drawings above are his as well :)the other pictures are: angry birds felties! (more to come) and Burrito-Trouble's glands being "expressed" by Christi's cousin who is in vet school and visited over the weekend! this is often a very smelly job, so we had all our candles laid out on the kitchen table, ready to be lit...but it turned out that two candles was enough to handle the odor (mojito and carribbean escape :). for more information on "expressing" these glands, which are common to both cats and dogs, see reputable internet resources. i don't actually know anything...except it smells.
Okay, here is Daniel's Poem!:

Too much of it in my gut
Seeping slowly from vein to vein
Mind paces circles into a rut
Too soon nervous energy starts to wane
Addiction creeps in filling a moat
With no escape no bridge or boat
Thoughts I will free, cost set aside
Another cup I will soon abide
Coffee

And here is mine that needs help:

Slipping from "It's going swimmingly!"
When lagging waves grow rougher, overwhelm
My sense of safety (here read: constancy)--
I'm more 'at sea' than master at the helm.

And ocean language suits the matter well:
Land-locked or not, I've felt the waters rise,
Have drowned--in dread or dreams--beneath their spell
As quests for days foreseen end in surprise--

Surprise--the gold that glittered yesterday
Is lost again. Surprise--that storm has passed.
Surprise--there is a time to disobey.
Surprise--this final journey's not your last.

The matter is: a high and then a low,
All barely knowing where I'm meant to go.