I was happy when the rain returned. Now it can go away. It can go away like sleep. I did get maybe a whole two hours because I won’t let myself leave my bed. I just lay there reading or eyes closed trying hard to clear my head. Listening to my husband snore (albeit less intrusive than before the all-glorious breathe-right strips). But then I awoke ( Read more... )

Mr. Morrison was on my mind all day yesterday, as it would have been his 65th birthday. And an old college chum was in my dreams of last night, as well. My friend and fellow writer, with the same two initials as Mr. Morrison, loved Jim, not because of the rock star he was, but for his poetry.  There was a soft parade of other past-life characters ( Read more... )