Drip. Drip. Drip.
It’s 1:15am. Pillows and blankets are covering the olive green sectional in my living room. My wife is asleep at one end, she does work tomorrow, the cat is trying to shake me down for food. If he doesn’t get his late night bribe, he’ll do his best to try to wake up my wife,… Read More Drip. Drip. Drip.