Start. Kicking off a week of dreaded "nights" with a 24-hour shift today. He is. The digital window at the gas pumped announced I had just filled a $48 tank...hmmm. Is driving that valuable. To me, today, yes. As I was pulling out of the station (so Thomasesque) I noticed a man, this poor man, checked every hanging phonebook holder of the three payphones in a row and found all empty. Dejected he crawled back into his truck. Seth chose "no lunch" today and who am I to argue with a three-year-old. Surely hungry, he slumped off to endure quiet time. My microwaved burrito (my stellar lunch choice) was frozen in the middle, making for a most disturbing bite. In the trash. Our taxes, it turns out, were filed late. My one friend is moving away. My dirt "lawn" is covered in weeds. My Lucy's tongue is covered in mystery sores. I'm tired. End
Though this was snapped yesterday at the park, Brighter Skies are surely ahead. Perhaps even...today? Yes, perhaps.