Did you write that mrhecht?
This is SUCH a coincidence! I just came upon this on a quiet Saturday and I am in my .....pyjamas (or at least a pyjama top!) I love that poem!
Some days are just pajama days.A stay in your old torn up t-shirt day,A curl up in your chair with your cat kinda day.A can’t face the world with my hair like this day.I try not to have ‘em too often;They’re an addicting and dangerous indulgement.If I concentrate too hard on my can’ts,If I think and count up the what-ifs,If I contemplate all of the whys,And wonder about things I can’t change…Yet some days are just that….a pajama day,In my comfortable rags with my could’ves and should’ves,And my self-doubting musings about choices unchangeable;I’m allowed to be sorry for me and myself,For the life that I wantedAnd the dreams that I lost.
Some days are just pajama days.A stay in your old torn up t-shirt day,A curl up in your chair with your cat kinda day.A can?t face the world with my hair like this day.I try not to have ?em too often;They?re an addicting and dangerous indulgementIf I concentrate too hard on my can?ts,If I think and count up the what-ifs,If I contemplate all of the whys,And wonder about things I can?t change?Yet some days are just that?.a pajama day,In my comfortable rags with my could'vies and should'vies,And my self-doubting musings about choices unchangeable;I?m allowed to be sorry for me and myself,For the life that I wantedAnd the dreams that I lost.
Other than dialysis days, I spend most of my time in my P.J's. Not much to do when its cold outside.