This week, our little town had a record-setting snowfall. In just over 24 hours, 56cm – 1.8 feet – of snow fell. I’m not sure if they counted the snow that fell before midnight Sunday night, because it had started around 9:30 or so.
It didn’t stop until sometime in the early hours of Tuesday morning.

Between bouts of severe facial pain and whinging about better dental plans and the rare moments when the wisdom tooth is actually handing over some gold, I’ve been working.
A lot.
I have the greatest job ever!

It doesn’t seem to matter how quickly I walk down the hall, opening the doors to each and every bedroom. By the time I reach the mirror at the end – they’re all closed again.
And I know, behind each door is some fresh new nightmare waiting to wrap its bony, cold hands around my heart. On the other side of the one on the right, across from Grandpa’s room, the shadows wait for me to be ready. But ready for what?
The reflection in the mirror is just that. A reflection. …

This has been a very long, very trying summer. I am glad to see the back-end of it, let me tell you! Even though there were some ups, there were a lot of terrible downs. And let-downs, a lot of let-downs; the silver lining there is that I know now who I can turn to when I need to stop being the strong one, the dead one. Bless ‘em!
Inevitably, things run their course, right? And here at casa de crazy, the good is finally starting to out-run the bad.

Last week was the last of the Writersphere prompt posts, and rather than start all over, I’ve decided to check in with readers to see what they’d like. I’ve got a poll running —– > over there.