Running Wild

A nice, sunny day. P and I walked to the supermarket, taking the scenic tour between many gardens. I‘d seen chickens in one of the gardens before, but now several garden owners had opened their fences, and the chickens were running around everywhere. 

In the afternoon, I worked. The editors of my current project not only made me work more two weeks ago; now they unilaterally decided to shift my deadline forward by a week, so I‘m behind schedule all of a sudden. 
They really don’t want me to work for them ever again, I suppose.