Belle, Vermont -- It's beautiful here, and tranquil. If anybody's sneezing or spitting into their bathroom sinks, I don't know about it. Instead of silence, bird calls. Traffic, yes, but a whoosh; no horns, no sirens.

Yesterday, I came back from errands and saw a Band-Aid on the floor. Not mine; at least, not recent.

Later, I noticed it again. And figured maybe a bad guy was hiding in the house. It happens. I checked the likely hiding places. Opened the door a crack and peered into the storage barn. Were those roosting bats in the corner, high up? (In fact, cobwebs.)

Have I mentioned that I have  OCD, the worrier's disease? Belle, Vermont. It's beautiful and quiet. I have all the space I need. But sleep? Not so much. So, beauty and peace, I'll see you out my rearview mirror as I head home.