Moderate

It started off as a good Monday and, in addition, a swell day back to work. My cousin and his family were up-and-out of the house before I could even blink an eye this morning. I wish that blinking was all my eyes are capable of doing Monday mornings, for as the heat index and humidity levels continued to climb, my energy levels succumbed to weakness. Mmm, napping, it is the greater sigh of relief to the umbrella term we call Monday.

I haven't brought myself to think of anything extravagant while at work. It would seem impractical not to with all the time in Ford Ranger isolation. That time spent however, I know the secrets of the city...upon opening manhole covers, beside from the god-awful stench (WHAT ARE YOU EATING!!!) I have found some real treasures deep within the sewer networks. For instance, the other day I found a toy guitar...now what would a toy guitar be doing in the sewer, okay okay it was a storm sewer, but I had wished it was the sanitary main. That would give a little more excitement than revealing dozens of cockroaches scattering in fear of being painted green and becoming pawns in a miniature "day at the races." I never knew how fast they could scurry! Almost quicker-to-the-draw than me at the sight of 'em. While writing this, I can't help but thinking, is this REALLY what I have to say after 4-years of school and nearly 3 months of summer work. Have I not anything more to say about life and experience? Well, the answer is N-O! I'm 22, do you think I have an answer to anything. The closest I have come to realizing my future is on the inside of a fortune cookie I opened on Saturday "A new home is in your future," poorly translated, and I am okay with that, today.