SATURday

I'm at a loss of words.  Struggling with what to say, once again.  The words aren't coming as easily as previous days.  A day like today is a nice one.  It also is counterproductive.  Distractions.. Distractions then, and now.  As I try and write my father lightly snores on the couch beside me.  The television's blaring some police show, I believe SWATS.  My head's pounding.  I feel all over the place... Sort of like the day.  My mind is ping-ponging from thought to thought. And now it's stopped.  I have no more to give.