Father of five and counting. Life is Chaos. Death is Entropy. Chaos is winning. I am the Duke of Chaos. Oh and I write and do accounting-y stuff on the side.
Work needs done, and the lawn needs cut,
There beans to pick, I’m stuck in a rut.
The kids sleep late on Sunday morn,
Almost too hot for church, I’m torn.
Where do I start, what happens first?
Insight, introspection, and accountability? Maybe.
That was the number on the electronic scale when I foolishly thought to step onto it this morning out of curiosity.
Prompt : Coming Undone | Word count : 1200 | Genre : Mil-Sci-Fi