Write about something or someone that is: pounding.
No fog today, sadly. It was, however, very nice out. Particularly this afternoon, which I decided to take advantage of by taking Max to the park for the first time in a long time.
Heading across the border tomorrow morning to pick up a whole bunch of packages. Some Christmas presents, a few things for Max. I've honestly lost track of everything, which just means I'll need to take some time before I leave the house to figure it all out. Easier border crossings and all that good stuff.
And on Tuesday I'm working with our photographer friend on the product shots. Looking forward to both getting it and learning how it's done.
I grow weary of this seemingly constant battering. All day and all night, for as long as I can remember. Which, I suppose, isn't saying much.
With all this abuse I could very well be brain damaged by now.
Relief. A break. That's what is needed. Even a brief respite would be invaluable.
But no. If it is not one thing, it's another. Maniacal drops of rain. Frantic footsteps. Even the occasional bouts of hail. It is... unending.
It is no easy work, being the streets of this city.