3AM

I woke up at 3AM. Poured myself a drink. Scotch. That’s what’s keeping me sane these days. Especially when it is raining. There is a flock of ducks who camp outside my window every night. The Resort at Pembroke Pines is full of them feathered Anatidaes. Three adults. A dozen chicks. The three adults form a protective circle for the chicks. I lit a cigar. The light woke one up. He aint scared. He knows my routine…