IT’S A MORNING like most mornings, and here’s how it goes.
I get up first and check the news online upstairs. My child bride stays in bed and knits. She doesn’t do this every morning, but mornings over the past couple of months, yes.
Around 8ish, I return downstairs to light the oven where croissants already lie in wait. Then I walk to the bedroom to open the curtains, which were half open all night. I look out the window. Of course, what I see is color, but here it’s just black & white.
It’s cool, overcast and gray this morning, so black & white seems right. In the other direction, my child bride continues under the covers with her knitting. Or maybe it’s crocheting. I dunno. It all looks the same to me.
I leave the bedroom and head back toward the kitchen, passing through the living room where I pause to gaze outside. Looking good.
At last, she puts the handiwork aside, lifts herself out of sack, walks to the kitchen where the timer just sounded that the croissants are nice and hot.
September’s off to a good start. Plus, it’s Sunday, a day of rest.
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Note: A couple of hours later, the sun was out, and the sky was blue. Still cool, however.