Today it was Spring. I drove to work with my sunroof open. I wore shoes without socks. I watched Spring unfold outside my window, stuck inside, hoping it would still be spring when the workday ended.
Today I got an editor at a big “chick book” interested in a high-end digital SLR camera. No small feat, I was on cloud 9 for an hour and a half. I then proceeded to call every single daily on the planet with non-newsworthy content for my other client, and got…zilch. Naturally. Today I loved my job and hated my job.
I drove home into a dusky sunset with my windows open and my heater on. Please let it be Spring through the weekend…
more words please. i miss you. plus, are you coming south?