That’s just the way the day goes, I suppose; rises with the sun and sets flatter than the horizon into night.
And in between, the good, the bad and the ugly: found a place that will get the mirror with an inch and a half bevel for a special order; a ridiculous offer to buy that’s all one-sided; two lawyers who don’t understand just and fair.
I’m clinging to a rope that’s fraying at the topmost end and I’m not so quick at scampering as in days gone by.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology