I wonder if Alffe knows my friend is still struggling, but has a place to live for now and access to a computer.

I wonder about another friend who's also suffered from PTSD for decades and recently took off on the road. He's been like a brother to me for 25 years. Hope he'll check in on occasion.

I wonder if that huge crack in our bedroom ceiling is happy it made it all the way to the other side of the room and started crawling along the wall. I wonder if/when our furnace in the attic will crash through the ceiling and fall onto us.

I wonder if my friend's Pomeranian Lad (aka Sir Barks-a-Lot) across the street ever takes a breath between barks.

I wonder if my other neighbors enjoy Geneva harmonizing with Lad with her WOOOO WOOOO's.

I wonder why the Spartans in 300 protected their faces with armor, but fought in their undies.

I wonder if Curious placed notes in her dresser drawers telling the people to look at their house, not in their drawers.