A Pome a Day for a Year

Dropping boxes and stacking folders,
I am doing my comfort thingy,
not sure what you call it, but hey
when you are poorly you do the happy!

Couple of thousand confirms,
but a couple more tens thousands
of the need to coalesce
and rather than daunt
– like a mountainous climb –
I am sailing down a slide
one of those little rail runners, and
a single lever between
you and terminal velocity.

I am excited, a little prepared,
a little giddy at cataloguing and filing,
like a cat buried within catnip,
I am a boy with an NTFS file system.