the roamer<p>It was late in the night, the first sign of early dawn began to appear, a few lone bird songs started. </p><p>He realised he wouldn't finish the report on time. Another failure. </p><p>John would be so disappointed. He'd have nothing to show at the board meeting. Another supportive boss who'd be let down by him.</p><p>He made himself a cup of tea, two bags for extra punch. He sat down by the window and watched the sky getting brighter. The bird songs were now full-up to noise level. He'd have to call John first thing, perhaps just before nine. John would try to hide his disappointment, but things would be different afterwards.</p><p>Then he felt a presence. His guardian angels had gathered around him. The birds had stopped singing.</p><p>Boy, I sure keep these guys busy, he thought.</p><p>Yes, he said aloud, I forgive you, M, you did not mean to harm me. It's nobody's fault.</p><p>He opened his laptop. Three hours to go.</p><p><a href="https://mastodonapp.uk/tags/vss" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>vss</span></a> <a href="https://mastodonapp.uk/tags/WritersBlock" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>WritersBlock</span></a> <a href="https://mastodonapp.uk/tags/procrastination" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>procrastination</span></a> <a href="https://mastodonapp.uk/tags/ADD" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ADD</span></a> <a href="https://mastodonapp.uk/tags/trauma" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>trauma</span></a></p>