Thursday is my favourite day. Always has been. Before streaming, it was the night we turned on TVs to watch Seinfeld and E.R. Before retiring, it was the signal that teaching was almost over for week, and the weekend, which seemed to evaporate, still lay ahead. Before distancing, it was the day I shopped for groceries for potluck family meals, or simple dinners for a tableful of friends. In covid, it's the self-imposed deadline for posting a new haiku. This week it's from the end of the book, again. Afterword.
grief shows up as drained,
unfocused, twitchy. did you
expect only sad?
