The wind's blown fiercely since this morning. That always
Unsettles me. Then the air conditioner failed. Windows open,
Hot air roaring in, the day grew that much worse.  A letter from
The government informed me that I have to fix my septic tank
Or I'll be fined, and heavily. I stare out at the dust-filled sky,
Convinced that this will be remembered as a truly awful day,
But I know that, like all the others, this one will slip out
Of mind quite quickly. Nothing will remain except the bills
I'll have to pay.