this morning

I love Sundays.

My damn internal clock won’t let me sleep in.

It’s the same nearly every week.

Up with the sun.

Slip out to the store to buy food.

Peck at the computer and the coffee makes me repeatedly run to the bathroom… On the way past the bedroom I’ll peek my head in and spy the guys sleeping and smile….

I note the light (it’s changed again) and smile.

And wake them up with the smell of breakfast meat and hashbrowns… and smile.

I just discovered woks are superior for making hash browns.

I’m smiling.. not blogging.