Drifting. Things getting scattered. Unfolding, procrastination on the horizon. Glorious in its bathing reluctance.
Should have, could have, but didn’t. Nah, I was caught off guard. The plan was to paint both my bathroom and spare bedroom. None of it happened. I’m throwing the blame on my dad, totally his fault. His text, sent earlier before our journey up and throughout a few wild untamed streams, simply lured me away.
Guilty as charged.
Beyond the giant trout, those bastards freeing themselves from ends of otherwise stout leader, it was a good day.