Some weeks

Never been on a chariot, but seen them race in westerns and classics. Some days I feel like I am racing a chariot, the right wheel splintering, the nuts and bolts loosening and giving away, and the rattling chariot beginning to disintegrate under me, and all the while, I am racing, watching with the corner of my eye for a boulder to slam into me. Luckily, days like that pass, and a new week emerges.