this morning #1482.
this morning, after a full night of tossing & turning, i raised the white flag. gave up & got up. went to the window to confirm that yesterday’s events weren’t just some crazy dream. confirmed. i could see clear across the charred pile that was once the neighbors’ home, far across the yard to the home on the other side. i sighed & let the curtains drop. walked to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. checked my phone, expecting to see a text from that reporter. nope. not yet. maybe she’ll just decide to drop the whole thing. probably not though. when they left after our run-in with my neighbor, it sure seemed like more of a beginning than an end. it makes sense. i’m not about to drop it either. i’m more than ready to dig deeper.