In the phase(face) of madness

After an almost three months hiatus, I feel almost ashamed to post. Unexpected tidal waves of circumstance got in the way, and I've been too busy tending to the needs of others that I ignored myself in the process.

There is madness outside my house, floods of people and jets and boats, swarming the water like fleets shipped out on war.

There is madness inside my house, excessive demands from the smallest creatures to the largest, and a nagging feeling of procrastination that shoes up at all the wrong times and won't go away.

Like a revyying engine, my mind is sputtering along, waiting for a quick jump start to "peace". But it ain't over till the fat lady sings...all her yodeling inside my head doesn't seem to do much, no matter how long she holds that note on "La Boheme".

Does it take the fall of a judge's hammer to turn a life's sentence into reality?