Palpable

Here I sit, two hours into my day with

nothing much of import or relevance

to say. I pondered the new beginnings

approach again, but that sort of redundancy

has visited me so many times before. You

see, I happen to be in a race against time,

dear reader, and I find that mine’s a wastin’.

And my desperation is palpable. Palpable,

palpable, now there’s a word I have not

abused with overuse before. Can you feel

it? I could repeat and repeat it until the

redundancy of it is as palpable to you as it

seems to be with me. In fact, it is worth men-

tioning here that many of my days spent in

sedentary old age are plagued with redundancy.

But for now, if you will excuse me, please,

I’ve got to go pee again. Yes, the feeling is

urgent and annoyingly palpable.

Chris Hanch 12-18-18