I am home, and I am tired. Or, as one of my fellow junior high band members used to say, “Ah’m tahrd. Ah’m rill tahrd.”

Had a good time. Details another day. Well, some details. What happens in Columbus stays in Columbus, unless one is James Thurber, in which case what happens in Columbus gets published in The New Yorker magazine.

More another day. Time to cra…zzzzzzzzz….


writing prompt: A man wakes up and sees a unicorn in his garden.