"Don't get up," Rosa told me this morning as I rolled out of bed at five. "We were sleeping so well."
Rosa has learned that I have strange sleeping habits. I sleep in spurts and can't remember the last time I got eight hours of sleep, straight.
I cranked my car and was soon on the way to the convenience store down the road for coffee and something sweet. An apple Danish and a cuppa, and I was feeling better.
"How are you and that woman of your's?" my favorite all-night clerk asked.
"She was giving me some grief about getting up so early," I replied.
"Next thing you know it and you will be married," he said with a Cheshire grin.
I told myself years ago that I would never get married again. I could see being married to Rosa, though. She is nothing like my ex-wife. I shuddered at the thought of my ex-wife and caught a morning freight over on the tracks. Coffee, Danish, trains. It was the perfect trifecta -- a good start to the day.