I sent my sister the "expected e-mail" today. I've been processing the last few days and when I got home from work this morning, it was ready to come out. It's kind of cool how the mind does that. Like, when I have strong feelings about something, it's like the pressure builds just enough to reach my poetry release valve. Otherwise, I don't have much interest or success in trying to write poetry. Yet another thing the world should thank me for! ;-)
In between shifts, gotta go sleep.