The happy place

Today my wife flipped the door handle which I’d put upside down yesterday, following a one hour struggle. Took her five minutes. I’m a high performer, no: A top performer, then what does that make her?

Now it’s raining heavily outside, the type of near ice cold shower from the sky which I’ll have in my book: the heavy rain and the frog hands etc.

I’ll be having some few days off now to enjoy and I’ll spend some of them with my cousin. An intellectual giant who has read and written several thick books about philosophy. The kind of stuff which would fly right over my head I think.

There’s more to write, but this here will have to do for now cya.