Because I have a deep love for onomatopoeia
That crashing sound outside was our garbage can taking a stroll around the neighborhood in the gusty evening wind.
I herded it back to the safety of the garage.
In other news, I went to work and accidentally left the radio on NPR.
They kept saying stimulus and package.
Later in the day I was productive donning writers cap in the studio—finally bringing together everyone’s thoughts on a vision/mission/culture manifesto. Something long overdue.
Zoomed home to check out cars with a friend who is in need.
I never get tired of sitting in different rides, and despite our ragamuffin exteriors, all the salesfolk were kind.