The clock over the sink in my kitchen is stuck.
Stuck on 8:45 am.
Second hand clicks forward, then back.
Jerking like a kid with Tourettes.
My 4-yr.-old Spencer is home sick with a cough.
His younger brother Cole seems to be developing the same
sneeze & wheeze symptoms.
I feel trapped. Stuck like the clock.
Like Bill Murray in GROUNDHOG DAY;
forced to live this moment for eternity.
I'm not going to change the battery just yet.
Let the timelessness of this torture drag on just
a little bit more.