I’m awakened by a flash of white light in my eye.
Realize it’s not a dream but my wife’s Fitbit, still on her wrist, as she rolls over in her sleep it’s monitoring.
And then everything’s dark again.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
I’m awakened by a flash of white light in my eye.
Realize it’s not a dream but my wife’s Fitbit, still on her wrist, as she rolls over in her sleep it’s monitoring.
And then everything’s dark again.
Q: Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
A: Depends on the hour, like whether we’re looking at breakfast or dinner.
~*~
Q: Let’s make that “sandwich first.” What’s your pick?
Everyone in Cambridge looks straight from Central Casting, no matter how frumpy they’re dressed.
(And you overhear a world of languages, too.)
Or, the memories …
I like having my wife working from home.
(As long as I can stay out of the camera every time I dash past to refill my mug.)
Each one has a story: