Hump

Middle of the week, crossing the hump, call it what you will, it’s still another excused fill day for me.  Lots of promises to self made and not many fulfilled.  Worries abound for my little brother, and all I can send out is a weak ray of pray up, hoping for a holy alley oop that will make it just another meaningless wednesday.  But the wheels change slowly, and I wince open some hope.  Lets see how long I can keep up the pain