Nov 15, 2017 | A Day In My Life
Several days before “Time to get up, sleepyhead,” drifted a male voice through the haze. “You’ve been sawing away loudly enough to wake the dead.” Where did he come from? I blinked, but could only see the icy blue eyes of a white-haired old woman glowering at me. She...
Mar 24, 2016 | A Day In My Life
There goes that stupid woodpecker again. This is the third morning this week that he’s woken me up at the crack of dawn with his incessant hammering against the logs of the bedroom wall. Sure, there are likely tasty bugs hiding out in the wood, but as that lump of a...