We rushed home, wary of the time on the clock. I went first, then we took turns, going until we were exhausted, working as one. In the end we were hot, sweaty, and almost unable to stand. But – we got the ink from the exploded pen out of the dryer.
I admit I’m a news junkie. I’ve always been one, I think, but events in the last five or six years have definitely made my condition worse. I check news sites frequently, just to see what is happening in the world. Often, it isn’t good. We have Murder. Rape. Mass starvation. Environmental disasters. War. Thieves. […]
This story might be a little scary for some of my readers. Feel free to turn on a couple of extra lights, grab a blanket, call your SO over to hold your hand. Some of you like scary things, and that’s OK too – there’s enough room in this blog for everyone. Ready? We lost […]