Coping: With Dreams of Avalanche Past?
Santa was laying peacefully in bed Sunday morning, snoozing off the last of the turkey dinner from the night before. Elaine barely stirred. Zeus the Cat was outside and thoughts of hot coffee and the day’s projects were still mired in dream-stuff leftovers… [RING!!!!!] “Who the hell would call us at this hour?” “Zero-three-hundred comms … Read More