Walking the Dog
Nov 1 · 5 min read
It’s one of those grey overcast, not quite cold, not quite warm, damp, dreary days with moisture on the ground and equal amounts threatening to add to the puddles.
The day at work had reflected the weather, lots and lots of storm clouds with high tension, brimming anger and downright hostility.
The drive home was its classic crawl in wet weather. Despite DC being a swamp, it seemed that the type A…

