An odd slow day

Today is just one of those days where I feel
extremely odd. I suppose it is having shorter hours
of work and sleeping day away.

Just so unusual to still be sleeping even when not
sick.

Not much poetry is exchanging words in thought to
paper. In fact on choosing sleep or poetry, sleep
takes trump.

Oh how I hope the day gets better and world
outside my apartment is shiny. Yay there are shorter
hours of work. Just need to get self up and in
motion.

Smiles. I must remember smiles. Pulling spirit up.

How can I? So weird. All settling down into my
soul. No tears want to be expressed. No anger that
needs to be erased. Perhaps this is the peace
I have been asking for, just now I don't know how
to completely enjoy it.

Interesting to say the least. Jehovah, I pray. Help
me understand the eeriness in this feeling. Oh
allow the day to awaken my senses and bring more
joy into eyes. Send answers to the questions that
rattle deep within heart and help conscience stay
trained when the treacherous heart tries to control.

Ah very large yawn. Stretching of limbs. Pulling
my soul out of funk, onto feet. Exactly what I needed.

Thank you Jehovah for pushing me up.