The Curse of an Active Mind
The Curse of an Active Mind Rich glanced again at the clock and saw that 6:30am had finally come. The pillow-top mattress of his NYC apartment bed had done a decent job of cushioning his glitchy hip and it had not been the reason for his semi-wakefulness for the past two hours. That was more likely due to the unplanned nap he had taken while getting his late afternoon fix of MSNBC and the daily…

