Al . . . most . . . Done

I have to finish up the freelance work today, but all I can think about is going outside again. I remember the outside. It was nice. There were pretty leaves like these.

This are from a gingko tree in my folks’ yard. We planted this tree when I was a kid.

Seventeen more pages and I can go out and play for a few minutes and see the sky again. I do not understand how people regularly–day in and day out–work more than one job. I do it a few times a year and bellyache to kingdom come. Okay, better get back to it. So close to seeing sky . . .