"fuck it." I say.
I replace my shoes with some sweats and brew a cup while I unplug.
I enjoy crash-landing into this chair with a fresh brew, book, blanket, and tobacco.
the cat climbs onto my lap. he knows the score.
I scratch his chin while searching for the right tunes. I'm looking for the proper ambience for my ambivalence. I settle for some obscure experimental noise while I tuck into another volume of escapist fiction.
let the wind blow and the clouds roll on by. let the kids set each-other ablaze. let armageddon pass over me.