a bloodshot eye

so the clock reads past ten pm.  after shower i happen at the mirror and see one eye red.  the veins exhausted, bloodshot.  i make it to the bed where a book patiently waits on the side table.  the lampshade a warm glow.  tomorrow is a government-declared non-working holiday.  but also.  tomorrow is a lunch meeting.  tomorrow is a venue ocular inspection.  tomorrow is another appointment after the lunch meeting; an appointment squeezed into an hour in between the lunch meeting and another meeting.  in the meantime, the Committee waits for the Memorandum of Agreement.  in the meantime, the Wednesday meeting at 9 am makes itself remembered.  in the meantime, the paper stack waiting inside a green folder makes themselves known.  little sister tells me the news:  she is pregnant again; hopefully not twins; times are hard.  my eyelids are dropping on their own.  beside me, she is asleep with the sleep of the child.  tomorrow is...