Milk Day

We’re not going to that parade. We get to recycle. We won’t sit around the emergency room all day. We get to show good will.

And do whatever we want.

Celebrate the final day of a failed government. Lament yesterday’s extinction of two bird species. Clean Gertie’s cage. Commemorate Edgar Allen’s 200th. Go out skateboarding.

Catch up on my writing, maybe stretch into another chapter or two. Clean up revisions on the metric. Read at least nine poems. Putter.

Sit outside in the sun. Walk. Sleep off this headache. Rest.

Drink milk. Drink a lot of milk. It’s a good day to drink milk.