The 24 Hour Shock

In 24 hours the Crone went from this: To this: There are no words… well, maybe there are but not here. The words are wailing into my pillow. I just need a few days and I’ll be alright, I did bring home a couple of jugs of tequila, they’ll help. How do you cope with…

Sleep -Not!

In a dual of epic porportions, torrential rains play kettle drums on my roof competing with roaring monkeys howling their supreme dominance to all. Dreams of easy hot nights posponed due to nature.