It was absolutely the worst weather today. Dark, damp, cold. Everyone at work was weary and foggy. I could barely muster a smile with my customers. The heat turned up to 11.
It was a day when i longed to be home listening to my melancholy music that i love so much, drinking a London Fog and staring out the window.
Instead i did all the little things that i do every day. The driving, the errands, the cooking and making of snacks and lunches, the homework and bedtimes.
On days like this my life feels so boring. So not exciting. So monotonous.
So busy.
~yes i am participating in nablopomo, i will write every day in an effort to fire up that other part of my brain.