We live in a small Midwestern town, on a tree-shaded corner lot, in a two-story house that just today I had visions of crumbling over in a puff of
dry dust. It needs some repairs.
We both work, have two cars with well over 100,000 miles on them each, leaking oil
and who knows what. We share a sagging, postage stamp-size bed with a wolf-dog named
Blackie at our feet (he's a German Shepherd-Heeler mutt from the shelter, actually),
and half the time with a small child or another. Which is probably the real reason I
haven't been getting much sleep lately.