The rain was mean, but the air was clean and I didn’t know if the walk was worth it.
Sunday nagged about eating and not cooking, so what’s so bad about a sniffle or two?
I remembered the world is alive and I don’t like children for no good reason.
Then I started walking back and the coffee hit me you-know-where.
It was going to be a longer walk back, and it really was not a good day to shit myself.