the cameelious hump

The weather today has been grey, cloudy, and close; too cool for comfort in a tshirt alone, and too clammy for comfort in more than that. I feel like complaining. I want more hours in the day. There aren't enough.

I feel vaguely dissatisfied, and I'm not sure why.

I must also do my tax form tomorrow. And scrub out the bathroom. Perhaps the cameelious hump will lift a bit when those are done. It's amazing how much better the world looks when there isn't any more bathroom left to scrub.

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It dropped so low in my regard

It dropped so low in my regard
I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones
At bottom of my mind;

Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less
Than I reviled myself
For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.

-- Emily Dickinson