A Labor Day Haiku for You inspired by my never watching network television anymore.

It’s Jerry’s Kids day.
Remember the telethon?
Do they still do that?

Today’s daily haiku for you is inspired by our thinking about going on a road trip for the second day in a row.

Taking a road trip.
A spur of the moment thing.
Where are we going?

Today’s dumb haiku for you was written while cooking dinner on the grill on the Saturday portion of Labor Day weekend where your humble narrator spent more time thinking about what is coming after the weekend ends than on the weekend itself.

Labor Day weekend.
The end of summer arrives.
That sucks monkey nuts.

I have a feeling there are going to be a lot of posts today and they are all going to be anxiously awaiting the start of the long weekend. You’ve been warned, I guess.

Holiday weekend,
Just a few hours away.
Hey clock, hurry up!

This one isn’t silly or dumb or funny or anything. Just a snapshot of my state of mind. My wife is working in the office today and I am at home. Two days ago I was in the office and she was at home.

I miss her.

Office day for Jen.
Is this becoming normal?
I am missing her.

Today’s dumb haiku for you is brought to you by my little Nikon point and shoot camera that broke recently and how I want to replace it but probably won’t be any time soon. (hint: $$$$$$$)

Compact cameras,
I want to grab a new one.
Why so expensive?

Today’s dumb haiku for you is brought to you by the morning commute on a work-from-the-office day.

From home to office
70 miles, all highway.
Why are we stopping?

Today’s dumb haiku is TMI adjacent and it’s brought to you by gastric bypass recovery… again.

The stomach revolt
is really a thing right now.
Don’t stand behind me.

Today’s haiku for you is a Sunday special.

It would be nice if
I could skip work tomorrow.
I guess I shouldn’t.

This one is gastric bypass related. It’s not stupid but it is annoying and an accurate view of my situation at this moment in time. It’s like a snapshot of my life.

I did not eat much
yet my stomach feels all blocked.
Yo, what the hell, bro?