Over The Edge

Note:  This post is dedicated to John Ptak and family.

Terrarium

    The light isn’t up yet.  (I am because it’s thundering and raining hard and noisily again.)

    I’m dreading a barking outbreak from the dogs.  They slept at the other end of the house last night, but their barking could wake the dead on other worlds.

    I’m wondering if, by actually leaving the house today,  I might “break on through to the other side.”

    All day yesterday felt as though I were living in a terrarium.