It comes with a hump and sometimes a bump as I try to get through a week unscathed. From work? From life? As I duck from unseen blows it is hard to tell. Seems everyone I know faces some nameless foe. Universal forces skewed. Every day is a reminder of the one before and the promise of the one to follow. I am weary with no get up and go. Come back tomorrow when the hump and sometimes bumps has gone its way. Or better yet, try me on a Saturday when chores and plants, beaches and music hold sway.