Supermoon Night

Last night, I lay in bed, thinking worrying about the letter I received in the mail this weekend. Jury duty. Two months of calling the jury call-in line early every morning to check if my service would be required. Although it was unlikely I’d serve more than a few...

When I’m worried

When I’m worried and I can’t sleep,  I count my blessings instead of sheep.  And I fall asleep counting my blessings.  That might have worked for Irving Berlin and Bing Crosby, but I use a different technique. Whenever this New England Eeyore senses...