I woke this Easter morning to a beautiful spring day to the sounds of birds chirping in the backyard and light jazz wafting from the sunroom into the house along with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. This would not be an atypical Sunday morning because my wife usually wakes before me so that she can do yoga, which I believe is a little dude from “Star Wars.” Usually, this jazz is from one of those YouTube streams on the television where they play bossa nova jazz — or whatever relaxing music you prefer — against the backdrop of drone […]
“Dye, egg! Dye!”
