February Snow

Fell asleep this evening, sort of by accident, and when I awoke, I was crying over the dream I had in my waking moments. I was sobbing, really, in my dream, over the fact that I had messed up yet another obituary (!!!), which seems to be a daily occurrence with me, at work. Making a mistake, forgetting to run something, something something something.

That is my routine now, my glitch: The harder I try, the more likely I am to fuck something up.

Luckily, while I slept, the sleet had turned into snow, so the ground and parts of the trees were covered. A rather wet dusting, really. Perfect.

Went looking for something to shoot, but the evening was too gray. So I was thinking: tomorrow.

: )

Then, later tonight, I looked up.