Jo Anne B. Foster

The End the New Beginning Jo Anne B. Foster

I?m a late sleeper. I begin my day close to noon when the sun is shining. If I get up when the rays have burned clouds and fog away I have a chance of cheeriness. Well, that was not going to happen today. The sun was shining all right but I felt unsettled. I stepped out onto the balcony with a steaming cup of coffee hoping to revive myself, but the air felt rather odd. I looked east, west, all around (after all, all odd feelings must be the fault of the weather). No, nothing unusual there, so what was the problem? ?I have to quit watching those murder mysteries late at night. It?s my imagination!?