Sunday November 8th, 2015

The exercise:

Write something that has to do with: silver.

Lots more fun was had this afternoon at our second birthday party for a three year old in two days. Though Max consumed far too much sugar, to the point that bedtime tonight was an utter gong show.

I am quite ready for a quiet day tomorrow, and hopefully he will be too.

Mine:

The job was not an especially exciting one. The payment was borderline uninspiring. But times were tough, without question. In an ideal world I would have taken a pass and never given it a second thought.

Unfortunately, my world back then was far from ideal.

So I agreed to do it. Took about a week to figure out the logistics. Another couple of days to get everything in place. The job itself should have only taken about ten minutes.

Should have.

I guess they just plain old forgot to tell me that the statue they wanted me to steal was made of pure silver, meaning it weighed nearly five hundred pounds.

Like I said, those were some kind of tough times for me...