JEST ONE SUMMER DAY

In six hours I'm hosting 38 lawyers (summer internship corporate party thing that I do as part of my day job of being a "corporate spouse). Am I stressed because as I write this we're pouring concrete as part of moi other day job? (Have I told you how many "day jobs" Moi gots?) Nope. No stress: I am as zen as the dawgies...



...because Poetry can be a great teacher of (drum roll) multi-tasking! How else could one craft the diversities of the universe into one poem?