today was one of those broken umbrella days. The streets were littered with destroyed, inverted, shredded umbrellas. Stong winds, heavy rains. I enjoy watching people cling to their umbrella, attempting to shield their hairstyles from the elements even though the umbrella is completely turned inside out and worthless in the wind. And those gigantic golf umbrellas are usually more sturdy and well made but they act like parasails in weather like this.
wet socks. trench foot. Nine hours in wet socks. I'm not complaining, not me, I'm just letting the record show my feet were wet today, all day, and it feels good to take those shoes and socks off.
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