Winter Sunshine

The clouds parted I saw rather than felt the sun as the wind blew camouflage to block the light "Ah, winter," I sighed, "when will it end? Each year the season picks its victims and we shut down lacking vitamin D cursing the bitter cold the ache the stiff joints that creak louder each year.…

Note to Self

Do not find things to do in the middle of the night to fight insomnia. The basement is a dangerous place for you- you budding pyromaniac. Those boxes of old patterns are extremely flammable. Cleaning with fire is a bit drastic. Water is not enough when they spill flaming from the wood burning stove. Asbestos…