Its construction has taken too long the investors tell me.  I try to relay their urgency to the foremen on site but there’s nothing they can do.  It’s the hidden price of what we’re building they tell me.  Six more weeks, four if we’re lucky and all goes as planned I relay back to the board.

The old train bridge was built long before I was born.  As kids we’d climb atop of it wait for trains to approach, run to the opposite side of the tracks and jump off landing in a violent roll down the hill.  It was so much better than collecting the oblong pennies we had left on the tracks the day before.  Through the scrapes, bruises and broken bones we never worried about the train hitting us.  None of our favorite action stars of the big screen were hit or even came close to it.  That was until one day.

I saved a substantial sum of coin this winter on salt costs.  Perhaps with the warm winter this year I’ll have to put that money to use for air conditioning costs this summer.

There are still blankets of snow dotting the land, insulating the week against what remains of the cold.  Good riddance and good bye dear winter.  Your frozen heart and chilly stare is no match for the lion of March.

Not sure how I managed to skip over this post for day 285.  I guess I have a penchant for favoring even numbers.  Must be my internal Libra coming out.

Exhausted in so many different ways just needing a place to vent.

Divided we stand, cut the corpus collosum and all goes to hell.  Guess those ganglia better get dividing after all.

Not really sure if I should be worried about the residual effects of the poisons I’ve been exposed to or not.  They got the roaches, rats, and vagrants.  Could we be next?

And to think at one time we believed the earth was flat, the Sun revolved around it, and the moon was made out of cheese.  Lo and behold it was always Mars, god of war, who was soft, tasty, and used in numerous recipes.

The earth becomes painted in the nostalgic light of endless sunsets.