Deck of Time Thieves

It’s like a creamy dark chocolate addiction….

I hear a deck of cards being shuffled and I wanna play

in the worst way

to drop everything and pick up a stack of playing cards and

wring a game of solitaire out of ‘em!

Shuffling helps with the distraction of the Monkey Mind

unless I am missing a card

that musta slipped under the cabinet, slid under a desk, or was stolen by The Time Traveler, in jest

and I don’t realize it until I actually count them out.

I see a deck of cards,

reach for them without hesitation or permission,

especially the crisp ones,

a deck that has nice corners

that shuffle with a snap.

I’m sucked-in

to play.

Its a sickness

• an addiction

• an illness

• a pull I can’t control

One more game then I’ll stop.

if I win THIS ONE I’ll stop.

Just one more than I’m done.

Okay, one more.

How can I overcome this obsession?

It's killing my love life.

If you've got an extra deck or two...donate them to the local Senior Center. Don't bring 'em by my house, or your dealing my addiction.