Happiness. It's relative.
The thunderstorm is unrelenting. Swirl paces a circle around my office into the hallway, into the spare bedroom, and back again. Occasionally, maybe every third circuit, he stops to put both front paws in the cat’s litter box like one might while waiting for… Continue Reading “Maybe All the Great Stories Have Already Been Written”
Across the street, Mack pushes his snowblower down his driveway. It’s early yet in this February snowstorm, late afternoon. The severe weather alert is in effect until midnight. We are warned there could be 5-7 inches, maybe 10 with lake effect snow. If I… Continue Reading “Death Defying”
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