Who's There?

Early this morning I was sawing them off, when I heard someone outside call, "Hey, J.D.!" I pulled the blind in and looked out, but couldn't see anybody. I got up, went and looked at the glass door, then to the kitchen window to see if there was a car in the drive or out front. Nobody human, nothing mechanical.

Of course, I'm not J.D., but it's close enough. And of course it could have been someone across the street, but it sounded like right outside my window.

Today--tomorrow, actually--is the deadline for mailing poems to the ASPS contests. I've been trying to revise the "Je reviens" poem, but no luck. Guess I'll send it as it is. Also have to do something else today, but I forget what.

Could I be getting old?