A Hard Night

After a rough night of little sleep, I dragged myself downstairs to the breakfast table.

“I’m exhausted!” I told my husband, George. “I became the star of an action-packed thriller and spent the night fighting a yeti.”

He looked at me with raised eyebrows. “An ice chest?”

That woke me up. A new perspective for my adventure.

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