two for twenty-two hours

Afternoon I'm already exhausted I can tell how class will drag on like the longest moment non-coherent and I'm already imagining the six pack I will pick up on the way home (but just the one I'll pull on all night).



Took four hours at least to read 50 damn pages because summer hours inspire little to no inspiration to do a damn thing and here just past 4 pm I haven't a clue where the time goes.



Spent at least an hour on the phone practically like going to coffee without the motivation and we learn that yes the suffix -ship may have the same Old English root as ship (as in a boat).



Really that is all I want to do on days like this.



Determine the common root of -ship and ship, sit on the porch, and drink the inevitable beer.



So I walk the dog and I'll head over to the old house to switch the laundry, two more days of laundry, and go from there to school stopping at the convenience store on the way. And I'll put in my two hours like the longest moment non-coherent and drive back smiling with the already imagined six pack (but just the one I'll pull on all night).