I believe in tomorrow. Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms futher.... Or, at least, by Wednesday morning? My allergies will be a little better.
It seems all dependent, though, precariously and potentially elusively, on some orgastic rain that, thus far this week, day by day receded before us. It elduded us yesterday afternoon, but that's no matter. For tomorrow, it really may rain. Or at least 70% may rain.
So I beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into that cloudy allergic state where I can't muster up enough brain power in between sneezes to blog about any good books I just reread.
The December 2015 Shot - Louis & Tracey
1 year ago