Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, new year

It’s Not Friday Night

I can tell it’s not Friday night walking home from work thanks to the silence, striking almost eerie in daylight still with an occasional cricket creak. The local bars have nothing going on as if they’re possibly closed but more likely one or two patrons at best. It’s Monday anyway, the semester and graduation over, half the population on the way home, fewer cars on the road and summer soon to begin.

This morning even my birds are chattering in lower tones.

Noticeable changes to say the least.

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I’m a self-published author of two books, a blogger, grandma, mom, auntie and friend... I’m also a TEFL instructor, have lived in a few other countries besides the US, substitute teach at the local school district, and have had the joy to act as the granny-nanny for my grandson since he was 3-months old. I love walking, cooking, reading, traveling, teaching, learning, language, movies, vampires, mummies, zombies , other assorted creatures of the night, science fiction, romance, action, adventure, classics, Latin, Bushmills 21-Year Old, Cabernet Sauvignon, Soave, Chianti, D’Abruzzo, Ouzo, Sambuca, Bulleit Bourbon, Plato, the ocean and tanning.

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