Daily Journal
Dec 8 2021 The Ridge Opened
Barrman could barely sleep, the night seemed to drag on. He was like a kid at Christmas, the morning couldn’t come soon enough. Barrman rolled over and looked at the glowing numbers beside his bed, “5:55 ” might as well get up. He felt the warmth of his cat as she snuggled in closer for a bit of loving. He sighed, kitty love was good, but fresh tracks on snow would be better. With a deep pull of breath, he Read more…