IVTOOK MY BOOTS OFF OUTSIDE on the porch as usual. Swung open the screen door and the heavy inside door. Then shrugged out of my coat to hang it on the inside hook by its collar. Ball cap went over the top of it on that tall hook above it. Untied the bandanna, shook it out flat, and then draped it over the ball cap so it could dry out.
Turning back to the room, I walked the few steps over to the coffee pot and poured another mug of my custom chicory dark-roast. Stirred the honey into it and enjoyed the sweet, stout flavor.
Next, I needed to finish up that story I was writing. And my mind started to fill with the characters and their wants and needs and actions to take to get them. Most times, I'd change out of my work jeans into some more comfortable sweatpants, especially on a chilly mo
