He shuffled his
feet across the bedroom and into the kitchen. He didn’t know what day it was,
didn’t much care. Almost robotic he opened the cabinet and got the can of
coffee letting the sink water run and get cooler. Soon the smell began to wake
him up as he stood looking out the window to his lawn that needed mowing, maybe
later. He rinsed out the mug he uses daily, the one that says?” World’s best
grandpa” Every time he sees it he remembers the Christmas now many years ago
when his oldest grandson gave it to him, he made the little guy believe it was
the best gift he had ever received. In some ways it was. He remembered now it
was Sunday that’s probably why it was so quiet outside, no lawn mowers. He took
a sip of coffee from his favorite mug and thought to himself, there’s always
tomorrow.
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