It was the best of days, it was the worst of days. To paraphrase Dickens is a cheat of a way to start a post. But, sometimes, the great writers who came before me have already used the words I want to use. Darned inconsiderate of them I would say. But such are the...
I wake up to the sound of rain tapping against the roof a few feet above my head. It’s been tapping on and off throughout the night. I lie still for a minute and listen to it with my eyes closed. I don’t know where I am. What I have to do today. Not even...
