on a friday one should have a good day
but it was the fourth friday of this new world we find ourselves in, still not used to it (not one bit)
the day came with grim news (as all the others this month have)
lowell cleaned our carpets (making it feel like we were in a fresh new world)
i went for a run (trying to get a bit of the same)
in a gritty tunnel under a major highway i found this and it made me smile
maybe we need a new definition of "a good day"
