Way too early on a Friday morning January 17th: a pre-travelogue

The squealing CPAP mask said times up so here I am in my bathrobe a little after 3, drinking tea and trying to coax some new flames out of the embers of last night’s fire.  Maybe I’m the kid on Christmas morning impatiently eager to get at the goodies the day is promising to bring. Continue reading “Way too early on a Friday morning January 17th: a pre-travelogue”