A storm is raging
Tin sat in his room instead of napping and ripped up a book that he loves.
How often do I want to do the same thing?
Instead, I went to two doctor’s appointments and am being recalled to one tomorrow and have another one as well as a meeting with the City about the Bridge.
I have a few books I’d like to rip up.
While I was reading about Steve Job’s petulance and brilliance, and Tin was ripping up books, dark clouds gathered and a storm broke to end all storms. The sort of thunder and lightning show that New Orleans produces oh so well.