Downsizing the downsizing plan—instant poem

A downsizing plan
After 6 hours 48 minutes asleep (according to my phone) I sprang out of bed did the preprandials at double speed because Wednesday keeps in its cardboard kayak the remaining dates of this peak week downsized to four: a social sea-swim plate-glass Pilates a friendly scone and (maybe) Hula by Zoom. Then my brain gave a hint that it planned to go slushy to punish me for smashing its floating routine so I said OK brain my good little brain you done good work in last week's mandatory RAT-bitten writer's retreat. Take a sick day. Take radio. Take Middlemarch by audio. Take your eyes away from the screen. And thus we have floated (my brain and I) through a zig-zag day and Raffles is dead his sleazy secret off like an eel and Bulstrode has got his come-uppance and Rosamund is mourning her stuff and my clipboard is spattered with a grandiose plan to downsize three rooms into one for no reason except I was empty and one day I might have to and it could be a painful sort of fun. But my downsizing plan needs downsizing into a million tiny eggs to be fertilized and hatched one by one by one. ~ Rachel McAlpine (to be amended)
(I know. These are not sonnets. But thanks for pointing it out.)
PS I have heard that Rosamund and Tertius have been engaged to star in Married At First Sight Middlemarch.
PPS This is my third encounter (at least) with Middlemarch by George Eliot, and this time I’m listening to the audiobook provided free by LIBBY, a public library app. So much depends on the reader, and this reader, Juliet Aubrey, is perfect.

I love your poem. It’s exactly what it’s like when plans go awry – and what an ambitious day was planned! Upsizing Nature sounds great to me.
Your poem is a perfect representation of a busy day and more busyness tomorrow!
It was fun to write, at the end of the day. What a mishmash.
Delightful!! I read you lovely, whimsical poem while lying in bed. Normally we’d be walking, but rain was beating on the window. Our beginning routine was downsized.
Heaven in a grain of sand…
Your posts consistently delight my addled Canadian wintered brain. I’m hugging out my downsized, zig zagging brain. I appreciate you.
Perfect. I’m downsizing my grandiose, unrealistic downsizing plan…..I doubt that anyone would write “terrible downsizer and declutterer” on my tombstone… And if they did, who cares?
Insightful, Josaia! Or as my grandson would say, profound!
I’m all for upsizing nature, and we are downsizing stuff – slowly slowly!
That’s the way!
Middlemarch is one of those novels I think I *should* read but never have. Your experience with listening to it gives me an idea…
Great ! Your ideas tend to be pretty interesting ones… I find that an incompatible reader (or too dramatic, too flat, too amateurish) is a huge deterrent with audio books. I heard the Penguin version. Read by Juliet Aubrey.
I first read “Middlemarch” in college the semester I had for some insane reason taken “The Nineteenth Century Novel,” basically 750 pages a week. I got through it but that was all. Then I read it through as an adult and appreciated it very much. Then, like you, I listened to it. That made me slow down and really absorb the descriptions which I certainly had rushed through the previous two time.
Fancy: the identical process! It’s a book that returns throughout life.