Burned in My Memory

Out of the sum total of our lives, there are a few things that are burned in our memories in varying degrees. Your first date. Your first kiss. Your wedding, children, I could go on and on. Unless you are like the Domestic Despot, my beloved Karen, and can remember everything in detail, but sheContinue reading “Burned in My Memory”

Counting Sheep

Insomnia. It happens that every so often I have a little trouble falling asleep, but now that I’m retired, it doesn’t really count. I am not an afternoon napper, so lost sleep from nighttime is just that. Lost. I love my sack time. I can, and have, slept for prodigious lengths of time when needed.Continue reading “Counting Sheep”