This week was the good-natured buddy of all the other weeks, the one who doesn't smash a wall full of pickle jars at the grocery store, or swear at old ladies for driving too slowly. If the other weeks were Goofus, this week was Gallant, for the most part. If the other weeks were cherries overripe enough to constitute an icky, slick mess, this week was a nice, firm, tart cherry at the top of the bag, maybe even with two stems (good luck).
In other words, we kinda got our shit together. We got things done. I have in my possession several obsolete to-do lists which I should probably toss out, because those things are finished. I am 2/3rds of the way done with back to school shopping. Aside: back to school shopping, for kids' uniforms and school supplies, really sucks when you don't have much money. Anyway, I am getting things done, and the universe hasn't been getting in my way, except for right now, as I am craving to eat a cookie, but I absolutely will not. It is not on the list.
For the next five minutes, it's still 8/4/11. I have written five poems since the beginning of the month. Things are going to be okay (I hope).