Sigh...

I have no motivation right now. Absolutely zero. It is guilt alone which is prompting me to post this. There is too much going on in my little world, none of it important; none of it far-reaching. I'm just tired and... blah. But, it is, as I have decreed, Poetry Thursday; and as words generally make me feel better, a poem:

First Fig

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends --
It gives a lovely light!

--Edna St. Vincent Millay

I can relate to the candle burning at both ends, but this week, I'm waiting for my "lovely light"...