As the rain drummed against the windows of Burrowgatory, Krysta sighed, feeling cooped up inside her small apartment. She glanced out the window, observing the water cascading down the glass and flowing into rivulets. It had been raining for days now, and she was growing restless. Reading no longer held her attention. She had retrieved yarn and knitting needles, but she couldn't focus on her stitches to complete the sweater she had started this month. She sighed de...
