Work, again

Tightly balled in a word-woven clot, working, source-citing through the night, waking with an urge to uncurl and grow wings.

Comments

[Mary]

I keep dreaming about funnel clouds and cars that I can't control. Definitely due to the mad-rush snarl of too much work.

[Leslee]

Mary: Yes, that does sound like a maelstrom of work.