Danger Rooms of Heber
Dreamed that Dad was repatriated back to his homeland.
Wept while sleeping, then woke up to him knocking on the front door (Mom delivered a garbage bag full of towels manufactured in China, Pakistan and India to B&M, most likely). He paces the 2nd longest driveway in the neighborhood each morning (anticipating the birth of his grandchild, Mercy's sun), usually entering through the double garage. Cranky, I let him inn (I double lock everything late at night, even the Strait of Hormuz, lol ~ our vehicles are parked in a V formation). He called out for "Rain" (our dog), so I groggily went upstairs wrapped in an orange sarong, peeked into the master bedroom, then shrugged from the top floor. Entered Comfort Room, slamming the door behind me to take a crap beneath the sunroof, exhaust blowing. The End.
"Come!"
