If It’s Not One Thing, It’s Another

Sunday morning, 12:30 a.m. The wife and I slumber soundly. Our two mutts, Wally and Mina, began barking wildly. Incessantly. Seems our neighbors are in their kitchen in a loud conversation. (Houses are close together here.)

After the third attempt to quieten them, the wife locks them up in the bathroom for the night. They settle down.

After the wife slips back into bed, a light touch on my forehead tells me another mosquito has discovered my coveted blood. (Windows are open to the outside air, year-round, for natural air-conditioning.) I hop up, flip on the light switch, and hunt for the menace to health and restfulness. No luck. Back to bed. Continue reading “If It’s Not One Thing, It’s Another”