Here by the creek, we do mornings by rote. I head to the
kitchen to brew up a strong cup in our French press and prepare the perfect
bowl of oatmeal with fresh fruit, while Michael, the darling, feeds the animals
and makes the bed. (It must be his Navy training that allows him to create such
perfect corners.) We take breakfast seriously, waking slowly as we sip and eat and discover
the world’s news—or, in my case, what Facebook and various blogs have to offer.
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