The Third House

Looking back......the third house we stayed at belonged to the father of our daughter's friend.  Why didn't we stay at our kids' home?  That's a lonnnng story.  And I'm not even sure I know the answer.

The home we did stay at was not air conditioned (well the first floor was, but it smelled overwhelmingly musty), all the bedrooms were upstairs, the humidity was 85%, and the temps in the 90s.  Torrid.  

Here I am, not able to sleep, looking out at the full moon and the house across the street.