A Little Hope Goes Almost Far Enough

But I’ll take whatever slivers I can conjure

The other day I was trying to cut a few flowers for the table when I accidentally lopped my head off.

I called my doctor, but the “call-valuing” automated system said there were no available appointments for fourteen months and that my insurance doesn’t cover this kind of thing anyway.

The whole thing got me down, so I threw on a mask and went for a cheer-me-up walk.

I even met a friend but the relentless tide of hopelessness was already over my head.

Luckily, I’ve never tolerated impending doom well so I had already prepared a few bits of hope to cling onto in turbulent seas like these.