working it out

the sweat is trickling nastily down my shins and forearms ... who knew you could sweat there? as i glance down at the dirt line where my gloves once were, the glint and sparkle of the ring you gave me blinds my eyes for a split-second. i know it's you saying "get back to work" from 650 miles away.

i slept in this morning, throwing off the working schedule that is dictated by the sun. i'll have to do those extra 4 hours tonight.