Restless at 2:15 a.m., I rolled over onto my right side, taking great pains to execute the move quietly so as not to disturb my wife’s slumber.
From A Grated Nation
Putin’s Bird
Dark, stormy and a thud. The car stalls.
“What was that, George?”
“Something landed on the roof.”
“Go look, George.”
“Let’s just call Alexa.”