June 9, 2009

  • Again so hot.  I could feel the air lick me when I briefly stepped out to work.  I was wet all day.

    I feel my afternoons and evenings passing into the "endless numbered days" Sean Beam so listlessly recounts from the iPod radio, and I miss them all the same.  To work and take pride in one's work... yes, this is a man's business, but I feel the summer sun burning through my window leaving an orange streak where this past month has been.  My patience suffers a little.  I want result, a green trail of envy and cash where my success swaggered through the room.  Still a little green was never achieved without careful watering...  and I was wet all day.