|Grammys Place Bed and Breakfast|
In addition to my real life at The Brown Bungalow, there is my imaginary home in the town of Whistlestop, somewhere deep in the high mountains where I own and operate a Bed and Breakfast with Grandad Bear. In the past few days a new chapter was added to the story.
My neck was stiff and a shooting pain tensed my upper back muscles. It felt like I hadn’t moved in weeks. While I would have liked nothing better than to forget my “to do list” and run away to a spa with steamy hot springs bubbling out of the earth and a menu of grilled salmon with crispy potatoes, I absolutely could not get away. Not now, anyway.