April Showers

It was raining, like endless persistent snow on a mid winter day. The hum that left the clothes dry left a vaccum in the air. Sunday has now become a dreadful inhibition of sorts. There is so much to fix in this room but the inertia is just full of it. Least I have some idea where goes what. This last day marks the end of a summer travail. This foot forward shall prosper me oh my soul.