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At exactly 6:00 a.m., we launched ourselves out of bed with all the speed and grace of two antique refrigerators being pushed downhill. Our knees held a committee meeting before approving the first step. Every joint announced its presence with a pop, crack, or mysterious click that sounded suspiciously like breakfast cereal.
I declared, “I’m moving!” Mary replied, “No, dear, you’re making noise. Moving comes later.”
The coffee maker fired up like mission control. We stared at it with the devotion of explorers spotting fresh water. Before the first sip, conversation was limited to grunts, eyebrow raises, and an occasional “Did you hear that?” Nobody ever knew whether we meant the house settling or one of our hips.
By 6:20, we had checked the weather, discussed seventeen doctor’s appointments that belonged to other people, and complained about youngsters sleeping until noon.
Feeling energetic, I attempted ten jumping jacks. I completed three enthusiastic arm waves before deciding he had already “captured the spirit of exercise.”
At 7:00 a.m., we proudly announced we had conquered the morning. The dishwasher was running, the coffee was gone, and absolutely nothing important had been accomplished.
It was, we agreed, another wildly successful Friday.
We waited until a decent hour, 10:00 am to make calls to our accountant and to the insurance people. After that, Mary made a beautiful brunch which we gobbld down in a matter of minutes.
