In Which I Take Pickling Too Far

(yet stand by it)

I woke up last Saturday before the the sun had even winked from under the blind.

(This happens more often, though only on days that I could actually sleep in. (yawn))

Sleep called to me. But the hushed house used my middle name when it called, so I listened.

Bare feet on floors…it won’t be much long before the first thing I reach for is my socks. I lit …