Gratitude is an Art (8)

Book I: Chapter 8June 9 At long last I awoke — it was nearly 10am my time and a cardinal was chirp, chirp, chirping just outside my bedroom window. “SHUT UP!” I screamed at the red-smocked bird, before pulling a pillow down over my head – to no avail. “Ah, hell, it’s time to getContinue reading “Gratitude is an Art (8)”