Fun things when it isn’t snowing
Deeps woke me up early this morning. He’s the loudest quiet man I’ve ever known.

I suspect many husbands/boyfriends/roommates/brothers/etc suffer from this disorder.

“Why are you up? Is something wrong? Did someone die?” I asked as I rolled over to see the clock read 7:16 a.m.

I can’t think of a time he was up so early on a Sunday, unless he hadn’t yet gone to bed.

“I just woke up,” he said towel drying his hair. I squinted at him and made out his “Math is hard” t-shirt. That’s the shirt he wears when he does work in the yard.

“Oh God,” I said as I flopped back under the covers.

“So when do you think you’ll be ready to paint the shed?” he asked casually.

“For that - I’m going to need donuts.”