It was that kind of day. The kind of day that’s so bad, you just want to go home and start over.
It began with the crash of an unexpected thunderstorm that rattled my bedroom windows, startled my pup from her peaceful slumber, and left me with a headache. The next two hours foreshadowed what the rest of the day would hold…loud, temperamental blasts from a restless windbag.
As the day wore on, pieces of the puzzle in my mind began to fall gently into place. I knew the answer, but I didn’t know if I should tell.
The hours raced away until the sunlight waned low behind the white brick buildings framing the city. But, my day was long from over.
Trading one chore for a host of others, I eventually arrived home, and my first stop was a hot shower. I couldn’t scrub away the day’s grime fast enough, hard enough.
Finally standing under the stream of hot water watching the pearly bubbles slowly trickle through the drain below I had to wonder…would tomorrow be the same?