Andrew had started a thousand piece puzzle. He was confined to home. Not because he had been put under house arrest by police, but by the flu. The annoying flu. Andrew had been in bed for two days. He dragged himself out of bed, aching and restless. His wife took their children, two boys, to school then went to work at the Technology Institute. Andrew was home alone. His wife, Elise, had left salad and soup in the refrigerator. He could manage the microwave and to make tea and toast. He wasn’t completely alone. His old terrier, Max, followed him from bedroom to living room.
“Everything is hard before it is easy.”
~ Goethe