It's the first Sunday after Thanksgiving.
I could have visited another library,
They all closed today thanks to budget cuts.
Then I remembered I still had some gym passes,
So I began to gear up for the gym.
I wore yoga pants underneath my boy fleece pants,
Thinking I might be overdressed,
Cause the temperature wasn't below zero yet.
When I was standing on the platform,
The air quickly penetrated my first layer,
As I felt chilly on my legs.
I walked into a subway car and noticed
Digital screens on one side,
I automatically sat down on the opposite side
to avoid feeding on LED advertising.
Not today, I need less stimulus.
Any position I sat in
I felt the pain in my hip,
It reminded me how I injured my hip
At the gym.
I looked through a car window
With dirt and stains on it.
I put my hands into my pockets
And there was a note from work.
Oh, that's the worst nightmare on your day off.
Anything that calls your attention to work is a sin.
No now, work is not supposed to intrude on my leisure time.
