Another morning alone sitting in front of the window. Another morning with my wee table absent of a decent game of checkers. Dim, gray light pours through the window while the desk lamp emits a warmer, golden glow.
I wish I’d gotten more sleep last night but the missus continues to refuse to admit she snores. The sofa was comfortable, but then she started banging around the kitchen fixing breakfast.
Finally, she and the grandchildren are off for the day. No use avoiding it.
I get up and transfer my lazy, tuchus to the computer chair. Time to start writing.

