Knightly Scribblings of the Year

The 343rd of the Year 2022: Day 9 of B.E.D.D.

Before Midnight


         As I write this, there is a half hour before midnight. I am listening to Christmas carols in Latin and am drinking the last of the cold coffee I have left. Truly I am living the good life.


         The start of this week seems so far away now, and yet I am in the same space I was in then as I am now. Scrolling quickly back to see the work I have done in the in-between, though, is a little uplifting; more written in a week than the last two months. In addition to the blog posts, I also wrote the best poem of my career so far. My writing has done well this week, and that is a small victory I am going to take after everything else this week.


Second Cup the Same as the First


         For those worried about how late I am drinking coffee, let me assure you that my sleep won't be affected. I was one of those students in college that found coffee not to improve my ability to study late. I can consume a large Timms, pile into bed, and fall asleep in ten minutes. I know because I will text my girlfriend, and I will be fast asleep in the few short minutes it takes for her to respond. I am just glad for the flavour and grateful it isn't anything stronger.


         I wish she was here right now. Sometimes I dream about being able to hug her at the end of my day and have a simple dinner. She took this hopeless romantic and turned me into just a romantic.

Memento Mori,


 KS