Thursday, May 27, 2010
Up Before the Larks
My husband got up at 4 am today to catch a flight—half an hour earlier than my usual "get-up-to-write time." Since I'm inbetween books and have been languishing in bed until 6 am for the past three weeks, this early wake-up call was—to say the least—annoying. I always tiptoe around in socks, talk to Mr. Tig our cat in a whisper and wrap the coffee grinder in a towel, even standing in a cupboard to grind the beans for that first cup. Nope. My husband crashed about like an elephant, rustling a plastic grocery bag (I still don't know why) and having a LOUD conversation with Mr. Tig. The coffee grinder sounded like a pneumatic drill. But how can I possibly complain? For the past four years my husband has been the one who gets me out of bed when that alarm goes off even if he doesn't get up himself. I guess that's what marriage is about - give and take - and that's why I waved him off at the door with a sleepy smile and a big hug. I know when I'm lucky.