Sorting FILES
ARGH! WHAT THE cheese. Yeah.
Tedious work drives you CRAZY if you diddy know it.
ARGH! WHAT THE cheese. Yeah.
Tedious work drives you CRAZY if you diddy know it.
Rain? In December? It sounds as fictitious as a rainbow in black and white, but it was a rain sound that played upon my paned window this morning while slowly (as always in winter) I rose from deeply shallow sleep. It rained all day. And there's still snow everywhere. It's weird.
The obligatory walk was slippery as a blizzard of slithering lizards on an ice-patch. The remaining snow felt soft as marshmallow and each snowball heavy as ripe watermelon. I've been sorting files, ugh, as always there's so much unfinished business that I'd like finished before the near year begins. Maybe next year. :/
The world is being transformed into a giant slushie. It's spun around as in a machine like the Earth it is. The walk for the day doesn't seem very promising. Flakes are falling down more like pellets than glaciers of ice. The cup of morning Salvia tea tastes bitter.