This is the story of my day. I thought I could capture it and impart the feel, the heaviness, the pain of today. It made me think about what I would write through. By the time the day was done, I was content to know that there’s not much I won’t write through anymore.
Late Morning
Today is the most horrible day I’ve had in a while. And that’s really too bad because it’s such a good day. The weather is lovely, pretty at a comfortable 68 degrees. My brother came by briefly with my nephew and niece. The children woke me so that they could play with my bugs. They had to wake me because my first plan was to sleep all day.
