Wednesday, August 18, 2010
so tired. wrangling with numbers and fitting them into acceptable categories until the fed lady says ok you're fine. fries my brain. a client came back after a year. life falling apart. sad and glad to see her sad about the life. meet them where they are. that means everyone. even if irritation and frustration are blocking the door. keep the impatience from short circuiting communication. but new roses, cat mint, a tree..something asian, and black eyed susans cleared the clouds away and set things right again. then thai broccoli and brown rice settles it down. trashy book to clear out any heavy thoughts and pretty soon I can go to sleep and then start all over again. better than the alternative.
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