It was a cooler day outside: the doors and windows held back the worst of this infamous rhode island wind.

Lost touch with someone I ran into over at the filing office. Didn't even realize I knew them until they tapped me on the shoulder. They reminded me more files would have to be gone over tomorrow or the next day.

That's a lot of days in the filing world. At least for me.

In contrast, the coming week looks mighty daunting. I would like to get something accomplished, something great and wonderful. Perhaps a selection of poetry or a new chapter of prose. Not all chapters are the same.