|Our windows have been wet in these relentless days of rain.|
Working for a newspaper, my errors and oversights are often brought to my attention.
I try not to be embarrassed or ashamed, and take note of where to pay closer attention or take more time, but it still chagrins. It irritates. Irks. Dumbfounds, even.
There is some kind of blindness, where I look right at something and don't see it, or see something different.
The rain has stopped and there is some blue sky. A breather.
"The secret to getting your home in order is moving your arms and legs." (flylady.com)