The Arizona condo sale fell through the cracks;
the dog adoption went to the dogs;
all the stress has put an ache in my back;
I hurt so much I can’t even think of a jog.
And so I’ll just lie down for a while,
dream of winters in the Arizona sun;
soon on my face there will be a smile
and hopefully a sweet little trail run.
But first I need an ibuprofen or two
along with a vodka martini or maybe a few.