Countless

Countless are the windows on our apartment building that this poor schmuck has to wash today, dangling precariously from a flimsy rope hundreds of feet above the hard sidewalks of Boston.

Countless are the times I attempted to edit and save this wretched image on Mr. W's outdated, tired old laptop before it finally -- grudgingly -- decided to cooperate ... seconds before I was tempted to pitch said laptop out of one of those afore-mentioned countless windows.