After closing my laptop, working like mad I go down to the basement of our empty office building, change my clothes and jump on my bicycle, at home I only have time for lamenting the mania of March, where packed with meetings and emails I spreadsheet my days into powerpoint deadlines. Lent is upon us, no rest until Easter.
patches of whiteness
turning grayer from daylight —
My March has begun working like mad, which fits the prompt for March madness by Merril at dVerse. I will try to read a bit tonight before going to bed.