How is it possible that I can go to bed dressed in the same gown, with the same covers on the bed and the heat pump temperature set for 72 and on one of those nights, I cannot get warm at all - even with my heated mattress pad on - and on the other night, I am fine?
It's another of life's ongoing mysteries. Like how my newspaper, which was on my driveway when I got up at 7:00, mysteriously got itself up and walked across the street, resting on the curb by 9:00 a.m. I think someone's dog must have moved it, but I wish that person would have thrown the paper back onto my driveway.
Gun violence is reaching unheard of levels. Every single day, we read of new murders in the surrounding towns and far-away cities. Since when did it become the thing to do - take matters into your own hands instead of using the proper channels to solve your differences? Three people were murdered in Chapel Hill last night and I read that it was an ongoing parking dispute that created strife. Sheeesh, people.....it's worth murder? Really?