21 January 2017
Good morning, A chill grips my bones today. When I opened the door to let the dog into the yard, tendrils of grey crept into the house. Perhaps the rising…
Good morning, A chill grips my bones today. When I opened the door to let the dog into the yard, tendrils of grey crept into the house. Perhaps the rising…
Good morning, The ice storms have spared us so far. A slight sheen winks at me from the back stairs but the old dog has no trouble navigating them. I…
Good morning, I stumble around the house with wild hair and a rueful grin. Eight o’frickin’ clock, I mutter. I spy an e-mail from Pat Reynolds and shoot one back:…