Some good news for a change
Not too long before I wrote my last post, a village police officer dropped by my apartment. I was sitting in my living room recliner at the time, and I remember seeing a portion of this officer's sleeve, and thinking that the handyman had suddenly recovered from his mysterious illness and decided to come over to work on the bathroom floor today after all. It is short-sleeve weather here in Chicagoland, you know. When the inevitable knock on the door occurred, I stood up, walked to the door,... Sign in to see full entry.