Tuesday, October 31, 2017

That Time Of Year

I look up in alarm as Katie runs into the room. "The radiators just turned on," she says, hand raised to receive a high five.

I stand up from where I'm working on the floor, high five my wife, and breathe in a metallic, musty, warm scent. "I can smell the dust," I say.
One year ago: Weather, Man
Two years ago: I Alone Have Escaped to Tell Thee
Three years ago: Mansplaining Hiccups
Four years ago: Another Show
Six years ago: 10/30/11

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