Stinky Tie o’ the Day is assisting me as I spend the day easing back into my role as Chief Laundress o’ the Household. (With Tie, I especially love the single skunk wearing a gas mask. 😸) Laundry is not a glamorous task, but it is yet another step down The Yellow Brick Road of post-surgery healing. I find doing routine– somewhat tedious– household chores to be helpful to my head. They are routines that ground me to the real world– as opposed to the wordy world of writing high fallutin’, big-thought poetry. Chores hypnotize me and cause my brain to pause for a few minutes. Over the years, I have discovered that when I get “writer’s block,” getting up from my desk to chore around for a few minutes straightens out whatever was in my brain’s way of thinking poetry. When I sit down at my desk again, after engaging in a rote chore, the right words and ideas tend to spill right out of my brain and onto the computer screen.🖥 ⌨️ BTW The title of this post is the title of my absolute fave Glen Campbell song. “Wichita Lineman” is my second fave.