After 3 unsuccessful attempts to kill Brni’s alarm clock, I shuffled out of the bedroom thinking sweet thoughts of coffee, but a blinding light stopped me dead in my tracks. The living room and kitchen were lit with an unholy yellow glow. I couldn’t focus! I couldn’t move!
It was the sun! No longer a thing of stories, a myth. The sun was up and shining, stinging my eyes, assaulting my sleepy brain with rays of hot gold. Oh, glory day. No more rain.
The day is hot, the deck dry and the grass, now a good foot tall is begging for a mowing.
things are looking brighter