"Yeees," I groan.
Once upon a time, I didn't drink coffee. That was a lifetime ago, though, back when I didn't have kids and when I knew how to sleep all night. Now, it's a necessity.
He comes over, gives me a kiss, and says, "Be right back."
Sunday is our one day off together, and we are usually torn between our desire to just take it slow and to get a million things done. (I'm pretty sure our to-do list is up to 15 million items by now.) This usually results in a slow-paced morning followed by an 'oh crap, it's getting late, we gotta get moving" afternoon. There never seems to be enough time, and today, due to Daylight Saving Time, there's an hour less than usual.
Dan returns a little later with my coffee and a box of pastries.
"Elixir of the gods," I say, as I eagerly accept the green, cardboard-sleeved cup.
"Panera. Do you like Panera because it reminds you of Pandora?" I ask. Stupid comment, I know, but remember, I haven't had any coffee yet.
He doesn't tell me that's stupid, though. He plays along and answers, "I don't know," like it's a serious question. Then he sits down on the couch to peruse the news and enjoy his scone.
Meanwhile, I sit at the computer at the kitchen table, just feet away, tap-tap-tapping on the keyboard, stopping every now and then to take a sip of the coffee that hopefully will kick in and clear away the cobwebs in my still-groggy brain.
Except for the sound of birds singing outside, it is quiet. Children are still sleeping and for now, the frantic rush of the day awaits.