rainy days and Mondays . . .

okay fine, its not raining - but it is Monday
Monday in the middle of May, and its quite cold.

nothing really going on
nothing good, nothing bad
it's the grind, the day in / day out
daily grind, its the stuff we lump together in retrospect but ultimately creates the meat of the memory of the job
the sounds of the city, the smell during lunchtime, the view from the windows
a glimpse once we leave the company, but its a whole day during
its hours and weeks and months to years
sometimes

this now will be a fuzzy memory to be
but I worked it, I sat in my adjustable chair
I typed in my blog while taking a break from my day