Working Hard

Its almost quarter to ten on a Saturday night. And I have just completed my work. Not completely, just partially. Tommorow promises to be another long day.

The eyes are bleary. They close by themselves by almost 75%, and this has been the case since noon. Yet, I am pushing along.

Incandescent lights, foggy day, sunless morning, and a dark cold night. Grey hair, tired mind and body, a bit of fear and a tad of nervousness about the future. This was my day today.