Any Other Day

Bonus post for my Paid Subscribers.

Today is like any other Saturday. I got up before my alarm, as usual—then called my sweetheart to wake her, when the alarm did trumpet.

“Good morning, Mrs. Polk. This is the 6 o’clock wake up call you requested.”

We talked for just a minute, then both started our separate days. I’m very excited that she’ll be home this evening. I’ve spent the day making sure that everything around here is perfect, I want her to be able to relax when she gets home—she’s worked 4, 18 hour days in a row.

I’m thinking now that maybe that’s why today seems a little bit brighter than the last handful…