There are days when The Curmudgeon seems to be determined to drive me round the bend.  Today was such a day. 

     When I thought he’d finally gone to bed and out of my hair, I was wrong. 

     He wandered back down, “Can’t sleep.”

     Dang, there’s goes my quiet time, my writing time, my me time…again.  This coming back down is becoming a habit with him.  I need to break this habit.  The man wants to have a conversation, this means any more writing at this time is not possible.

     You all have a good one.