By the clock, it’s morning. There was a time when I only saw five a.m. from the other end–as in, “Gee, I’m up late tonight.” But my daughter is a morning person, so that hasn’t been true for some time.
I’m here. My head is still pounding. I accidentally made a full pot of coffee, as if he would be here to share. Which is silly, he hasn’t been here in two months. I did manage to remember as I was counting scoops, that it’s one scoop for every TWO cups of water. Maybe I was thinking of him again. He liked his coffee THICK.
I ate breakfast. I brushed my teeth. I snarled at the slow drain in the bathroom sink, and wondered what my daughter put down it.
I’m here. What more do you want?