Twenty-Four Days and a Wish

“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.” — Anne Bradstreet Twenty-four more days until spring arrives in the northern hemisphere. On Tuesday, it was 45F (7C) in my part of Wisconsin, which required a walk in the neighborhood. The skies were a brilliant blue, the sun exuding warmth, and although there was a noticeable southwest breeze, it was warm enough to reject a neck gaiter and extra-warm gloves or mittens for the first time inRead more

On Guard

  She has moved her attention elsewhere, to the breeze machine in the hall. She sits on guard.   What pretty girl? You say it is not your intent to guard the breeze machine? What then?   Oh, you wait for entry into that other room, the one with the softer mattress? The room with a different smell and cool stuff?   Alas, Dear Extra Pillow, access is denied for now, you will have to wait for Natasha’s return.  Read more