A Story
Once again, my goal to become a better blogger has failed. Over the past few months, several post ideas have come to mind, but I keep filing them away for a day when I have more time. Time to think. Time to process. Time to lose myself in words. Well. Here it is. 12:01 AM. I'm sitting here at my computer in an almost quiet house. I hear the soft hum of the computer, the creaks of my house settling into the night, and the occasional car motoring down our street. And...snoring. From two rooms away. But don't tell my husband I told you so. I want to share a story with you, dear reader. And this story, I must confess, makes me very sad. A few weeks ago, my husband (the snorer) got up as he usually does and came downstairs to watch the news. As he was enjoying a cup of freshly brewed Folgers, a news story caught his interest. So worthy was this news story, he re-wound the broadcast and recorded it for me (oh, the modern convenience of DVR). He was quite excited to tell me ab