living exhausted

i remember kidding and lambing, feeding my own babies in the night, sleepless weeks when my marriage fell apart. nothing prepared me for the fatigue and weariness of pettiness and small mindedness in the workplace. sigh. the drive home was an antidote.
 that's my hill driveway just past the buggy
not very many buggies go by here
wendy barks and barks
 my little friend
 this is how i feel
 and this
and maybe i should just be 
in the clouds
or send 
my heart there
for spring