Stephen and I have been flying by the seat of our pants the last couple of weeks, and sleep has been scarce. We’re both deathly tired, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.
Anyway, Stephen had to get up earlier than I this morning (and I still got up before the sun rose…), so he was gone when I woke up. It is no fun at all trying to drag yourself out of bed and get ready for work when you’re by yourself and it’s still dark outside.
So what did he do? This is what I saw on the bathroom mirror when I dragged myself out of bed:
And in case I forgot by the time I got to the kitchen (a highly likely scenario at dark-thirty a.m.):
Except imagine that it’s dark outside in these pictures (because I certainly wasn’t toting around my camera that early to get real-time photos for you). And also imagine that the coffee pot is in its place and not completely empty and sitting in the sink.
At 5-something in the morning he set the coffee maker and left me a few notes. I’m telling you. That man knows just what I need and when I need it. 🙂