When the wind blows

It has been a foul, wet, windy twenty four hours not fit for beast nor human.  Storm Brendan. At one point coming home a dragon flew over the car, fighting the rain and unable to produce even a puff of smoke, it was that bad. Dragons hate this kind of weather.

I think it was a dragon. Might just have been a grey dragon shaped cloud.

Full on day at work. Very full on in fact. We are super busy as a team. Some of it I enjoy but then I get tired and like a dragon, run out of steam. Can’t keep going like this. Hopefully things ŵill change for the better soon.