5:20 a.m.

That’s what time the doorbell rang.

I know I didn’t dream it, because the dog woke up too.

I shushed her and crept into the living room and peeked out to see if anyone was there.

I don’t know why I did it, because God knows what I would have done if the axe murderer was there.

No one was there, though, so I went into the kitchen and looked out that way and then went back to bed.

Today’s as good a day to die as any, I suppose. I filed my taxes last night and I’m getting a refund, and I’ve seen Rome again, so there you go.

Not that I want to die today, but there’s only so much I can do, and I don’t want to go on a heart and a head full of worry.

Puppy and I went back to sleep and got up an hour and a half later to start all over again.

Now it’s rainy and Atlanta is green and beautiful, just like it ought to be in the spring time.

I did come to work to the news that my my friend Lisa’s Aunt Ray died, and boy, that’s sad.

Lisa was my friend from when I was old enough to have friends, and her Aunt Ray was something else. She was a good and great woman, and she touched a whole lot of lives. I don’t know anybody who’s not better for having known Rachel Branch. They don’t make them like her anymore.

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About S.

Reader, writer, talker, knitter, picture taker, tennis player, music lover, Southerner.
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