In The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time

I accidentally spray painted the dog’s face today. Not his whole face. Just his mouth and nose. He’s been wheezing and hacking all morning. You were the one who walked into the spray mist uninvited, Stedman. Why do I have to feel so guilty about it?

Right Now

The peacefulness of my morning coffee on the deck has been shattered by some kind of nature emergency in my backyard. A furious swirl of birds came swooping over the deck, tumbled around over the garage and then zoomed in wide arcs near the trees over the side fence. The sound they were making was…