Sitting in my favorite spot at the dining room table the other morning, an aromatic whisper of freshly brewed coffee rose from the nearby cup telling me to take a sip; wake up Pat, you got to get going, it reminded.
As my weekday morning ritual is, I make my way from the bedroom to the bathroom, from the bathroom to the kitchen, then to the dining room table where I turn on my laptop and log on. I stagger over to the carafe lovingly filled and left by my wife who is by now already behind her desk, fill up my cup and have a seat in front of the computer.
She hates the old laptop being on the dining room table, though; pointing out the nice roll top office desk in a room, only 50 feet or so away, that could use a friend. She accepts the unorthodox…
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