Gray skies. Cold mud. Heavy physical labor. Every part of you hurts. Sleep comes easy though. Tough to even have hobbies when you’re this sore every day. 10 more days. Can’t wait to get home and it’s only been four.
Could always be worse. It’s enough money to do nothing the rest of a month and pay all the bills.
Missing home would be too much though.
More bruising tomorrow; get some sleep.
It’s Not a Frame of Mind 