Cheryl is still on Swedish time. She came home ill but still got up at 3:00 A.M. this morning. Shortly thereafter she read my blog. I was sound asleep until around 5:00 when I began to be disturbed by banging in the kitchen. I’m not a morning person. When interrupted in the early morning hours my immediate thought is, “ignore it and it will go away. You can get more sleep.” But it didn’t go away. My frustration was exacerbated by the fact I didn’t go to bed until 12:30. I had 4 ½ hours of decent sleep followed by one hour of “I married her, but why?”
I gave up and went down stairs at 6. The coffee was made (surprise, surprise) and Cheryl was preparing scrambled eggs, grits, sausage, and toast. Now I remember why I married her, and it wasn’t for her cooking, which I only discovered afterwards to be wonderful.
April 26, 2010