Gangling Cogitation
Jun 28th, 2009 by Jennifer Lynn
Rubbing tired, weary eyes; we’ve prevailed through another storm. These savage bursts of lightning are losing their dreamy luster and the anguish flashes in my little pup’s eyes as he pointedly informs me he’d rather snooze in the basement tonight. I sigh and take the last sip from a mug of tea, savoring the sharp cloying moistness. I hate these fretful, restless nights.
For the moment it’s me and the pup and one hell of a leaky roof.
