A loud smash woke Michelle and I at 2:10 a.m. this morning. My brian quickly though a circuit had blown but all the power was still on in the right places. Gas explosion? No, the furnace was still working fine. A tour of the basement revealed nothing out of the ordinary – nothing had fallen, and no one had broken in. We were both a little concerned at not being able to find the cause. Barley was still camped out in bed. Then I thought to check the front porch. The Sunday edition of the Oregonian was laying propped against the wall. The wall our heads are against in the bedroom. Oh.
Who delivers papers at 2 a.m.?
Just wait till the paper the day after Thanksgiving hits your wall.
I will say this … having some “experience” (sleeping on the porch i mean)in the subject … your paper boy is either “new” or early… and he usually hits the front step … not that wall ! ;o )
That is why I choose to ignore current events.