in seventeen succinct syllables, my first day at work.

i can has whole day at desk?
yays! but no bloggingz?
oh noes! cruel joke, world.

clearly, my calling as a poet is clarion. but my calling to sit for eight largely unbroken hours in front of a computer with no diaper changing, no singing, no Richard Scarry books, no kissing, and no blogging? it’s going to take some adjustment.

back to my boy, whom i might have missed a little. :)