It's 7:30am on the digital clock.
It does not do the sound of tick-tock
but the lack of urgency is in my mind.
The charts are magnetized
on the board like decorations
and art works of letters and colors.
This new routine is pre-programmed,
unlike an AI machine learning
from the data of the daily grind.
What happens next
is predictably sequential,
but each one consequential.
Play 'Hotel California'
on the Bluetooth audio
from Spotify's playlist,
play it loud like in a concert,
while all the tasks are screaming
to get started.
A good bath could wash away
the distractions of last night's
Netflix multi-episode viewing.
Like a countdown,
I sip my cup of decaf
with Maalox pills on standby.
First, I will remove all things
from the book shelf,
as if packing up again,
Drop all in a box.
But this is a different work week,
I just put them back again.
My checklist looks like a recipe
but I am not cooking
any thoughts today.
I just fed the day
like yesterday. Repeat
with the same to-do list.
'China Grove' is playing
and I feel alive,
feeding the tasks their meat.
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