Medium intentions

My daughter is going back to camp this afternoon.  Last night, we had every intention of going to church this morning.  This morning those intentions wavered in their intensity.  Laundry had its way with all of us.  The birds are singing.

I tried to get up

For church.

It could probably be said

I had

Medium intentions.

Nothing hot.

Nothing cold.

Lukewarm.

Pleasantly cool.

I thought to get up

But when my daughter

Had to dry her clothes

For camp instead,

It seemed better

To stay home and drink coffee,

Keep her company

In the living room

As her clothes dry,

The cat sleeps

In the sun.

I write this,

Pour myself another cup.