Dreams and Mirages

I wake. Something’s not right. I’m annoyed with the world. I always wake happy. My glass replenishes. It should be at least half-full. It was the kind of dream where the world doesn’t work–not a nightmare, the type where nothing is as it should...

Not Dead Yet. But Decaf Is Close

“I have a confession to make,” I said. “I’m drinking decaf coffee.  And it $%^% sucks.” Decaf coffee is what doctors sentence a person to when they have no more medical hope or advice for them. “Start drinking decaf.” It means...