12.17.2003 - 4:47 p.m.

This morning on my way past the river, the docks hung out into foggy white nothing. Then it rained all day.

I could tell because I spent all afternoon away from my windowless office, meeting with the boss about what to do for the last semester of my job. Files to organize, projects to finish, assessments and summaries and manuals to write. A resume to work on.

I have always loved the sound of rain, but now that it's dark, I just want to go home and sleep.

-stonebridge

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