unobtrusive lucidity

In the before times, before we moved to New England, we had a close family friend who was an artist.

There was a point at which I would have been embarrassed by some of the books on my shelf.

A couple of nights ago, I was bored.

Last year, a new neighbor bought the house across the street.

Indulge me a hypothetical scenario.

I was in middle school when I first encountered role playing games.

As I write this, we are nearing the end of the Holiday break.

My copy of I, Robot by Isaac Asimov.

I have a couple of drawers in my home office that are entirely given to the relics of my childhood and teenage years.

Over the long weekend, Liz was going through some old photos from the before times that are still on her Facebook.