TGI Friday
Here's a little something to distract you prom all of the political drama today has infiltrated us with. D-Tour Tempie I take one last look at the goodbye letter I slid under the wiper of the Challenger. The walk from the barn to the house seems a lot longer than it usually does. The snow has melted considerably but still rises to my ankles as I trudge my way up the front steps. I need to get out as fast as possible. My bags are packed and ready within five minutes. I was able to sneak in without waking Maddie and am hoping I can get these bags back out to my jeep with the same luck. At the bottom of the stairs I stop to pull my boots back on. The letter I wrote thanking Maddie is my last course of action. Tiptoeing to the kitchen, I am startled by a stout form leaning against the counter by the coffee pot. The very spot I was going to place the letter. “Leaving under cover of darkness dear? I never figured you for a runner. “ Maggie’s skeptical eyes...