The Project inches forward another day. A4 printouts daubed with dayglo highlights fanned across the desk, heaped on the telephone, jammed into standing file boxes. Only a tenuous grip now on the carefully mapped-out project plan. Meetings with good and interesting people break up the day.
Tots in bed soon after you get home and read The Tiger Who Came To Tea. You’re sapped of juice. Do one hour of prep for the next job interview, then you may conk out too.
From wet undergrowth
a damp mutt trots out