And Death Spoke

The big grey building changes the landscape as I look across the horizon toward the north. In the sky the clouds appear as a fuzzy blanket of dark moving toward the west. Supposedly it rains, for I can see drops in the puddles, though feel nothing hitting my face. The air is a chilly soul…

Without today’s technology, how would I know where I am tomorrow?

So yesterday was the perfect “myunexcusedlife” example.  Exactly why I started this blog, to be honest.  You know, the kind where you think you never should have gotten out of bed.  Except that I never went to bed to begin with–I worked my night shift at the hospital Sunday night.  So let’s make that an…