Something for the weekend. Winter is coming. Enjoy!
Game of Thrones (just in case you have slept for a number of years).
Kevin’s expression spoke of his problems with sleep. He was ashen-faced and his eyes seemed to have sunk into his head a little too far. I greeted him with a Monday morning cheer that went some way to being a grunt. His response was even more dismal.
“What’s wrong, Kevin?”
Kevin is like me. We are the wrong side of fifty. We have interests that provide our lives with enough of an additional spark to see us through most of the dark days. Like me, he has dismal squalls that sweep in off the sea and reduce his capacity to see beyond their temporary reign.
“I don’t think I’ll last the week,” he said.
I asked him why he felt that way, though I already knew.
“It’s just this, this nonsense. It comes for…
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