March 8th 2009

By all accounts
I had what amounts
to a good day,

I painted two
paintings not too badly.
Had two sales of Flatspace II.
A rare day then,

I got replies
to old emails
from Andrew,
that's good.
Sent another
to Christine
that I hope she understood.

I ate well, for a change,
built some muscle,
felt no pain,
sun was shining,
wasn't cold,
wasn't hot,
still the same.

Yet all day I've felt low,
sort of tired you know,
like a headache
made of tears
of warm rain.