St. Jitters, Have Mercy on the Caffeine-Sensitive

“Doot doot doo…. Hey! Are you guys awake? Look who’s awake! I need to get dressed. Yep, getting dressed now. How’s it going? How’s the baby?”

“Good….”

“Did you see the sunrise this morning? You should check the camera. I took pictures. It was beeeutiful!”

I watched as my companion disappeared around the corner as he left the bedroom, singing a song that sounded like it was about walking around a corner. I could still hear him in the living room. “Getting my bike out and GO-ing to wooork!”

I heard his helmet strap click as he joined the buckle. He stuck his helmeted head back in the door as I was finishing nursing the baby. “Do you want some COFFEE? I made coffee. It’s delicious. I love coffee!”

“Wow,” I said. “You made coffee? You never make….”

I trailed off as his head disappeared again, and he was back thirty seconds later with a steaming cup that he thrust into my hand. Strudel stopped nursing and sat up to get a better view of the entertainment unfolding in front of her. I could see her thoughts: Breakfast and a floor show. Cool.

“It’s freezing out there. Okay. Gotta go,” he said, giving me a kiss. He doot-dooted out the door, light as a feather. I hope he crashes gently.

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