"Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof."
Sufficient
A Winter Evening
Mixed precipitation in coastal New England means that the rain changes from rain to freezing rain to snow and back again. Oh, Joy!
Specialty work
I have a protocol for handling people with outrageous projects and complex designs. It's all cash upfront, paid design time at a high rate, and all change orders in writing. It wasn't that I was out to fleece my customers; it was to render moot speculative projects that would never go anywhere.
Focus
I have to be careful this time of year. It is neither prudent nor provident to allow myself to become fixated on one thing. Winter has a lot to do with this. January is my usual month to sit in the office, cogitate, plan, imagine, and create new fancies from whole cloth.
Back Cove
It was three flights down and into the basement. The big tank sat there full of kerosene. I went down every morning, filled the five-gallon can, and carried it back to our third-floor apartment. During January, I wondered if my girlfriend liked having me around so she did not have to make that morning pilgrimage before going to work.
Character
Working for someone whose sense of humor is caustic, if it exists, eventually wears. Even the most cheerful good morning gets met by a humph, and a cloud of smoke from the Camel cigarettes he smokes. Ultimately, you wish to coil a rope around his neck and kick him off a high building - "it was a self-defense officer. I was sure to die either from smoke poisoning or malice."
Words
My friend John O'Toole ( formerly of the US Navy - Petty Officer First Class) used to say, " having an extensive vocabulary means never searching hard for something that will confuse an officer."
Horizon
Perhaps the only advantage of standing a morning watch was the sunrise over the horizon. Possibly saltier sailors than I could contradict me, but there seemed both an infinite sameness and a similar degree of variability.
Chowdah!
It's been called prejudice, but it's loathing, and nothing is unreasoning or illogical about it. I came by the loathing step by step, day by day, and experience by experience.
Foreshore
I had never heard the term Mudlark, but I was one. I poked along the foreshore of the abandoned shipyard
Louis N. Carreras, Woodcarver 
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