Write two haiku about something that is: dwindling.
Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present to you, strictly for your entertainment, my three game totals for the last three league nights:
Dec. 17th: 653 (best)
Jan. 7th: 407 (worst)
Jan. 14th: 649 (2nd best)
Am I relieved that tonight didn't go as badly as last week did? Absolutely. Am I still frustrated as hell that last week went so miserably? Of course I am.
I was actually going to skip this week, but then I got a text just as I was sitting down to lunch this afternoon asking me to run things tonight. Good thing, I guess.
Oh, the prompt? Our league, which supposedly consists of six teams, has barely managed to draw out enough bowlers to fill two teams the last few Tuesday nights. The commitment hasn't really been there from the start, but this is getting... sad.
Back to work tomorrow morning for a 7 to 3 shift. I can say with some confidence that this will be the last 7am shift I'll be volunteering for.
Inch by heated inch,
Empty word by empty word,
My patience shrivels.
* * *
Another year gone,
the planet grows warmer; so
long, polar ice caps.