illustration by paint monster
It's Wednesday night.
And the house is fairly quiet.
All I can hear are strains of mother telling a tale to the sleepy grandkids from mv in the room across the hall.
Reminds me of the stories we used to hear as kids.
The boys room and the girls room were next door to each another, and father would stand in the hallway between the two rooms, with both doors open, telling a story for us as we lay in our bunkbeds.
My window is wide open and crickets chirp once again...
My laptop has asthma of sorts and its fan breathes rather loudly.
Nechama plops down next to me to show the work she's been doing on the magazine for Marc.
Her laptop makes random foghorn sounds.
Mac vs PC.
I guess I'd rather an asthmatic PC to a foghorn Mac.
The phone rings.