The house is old and cold this morning and no amount of coffee is going to warm me up. The outside damp seeps through the board walls and wakes it up like an old person, creaking and groaning like the ancient one it is. The pendulum clock ticks ever louder, marking the time until the old house’s eventual and final decline.

Heaven of miracles the sun is making a weak appearance bringing a reprieve of one more day to warm the house’s old bones and mine as well. Tick tick tick tick....one more day!