Upon that word being uttered, you have about 10 minutes to roll out of bed and fix yourself up to resemble a human being of some sort.
There’s never a preconceived plan to go to breakfast. It’s a thought that floats through the air and waits for one of us to grasp on to it. Most weekends, it aimlessly flies around and never gets stuck.
This weekend, it was first thwarted by the pounding in our heads. Ah, but this morning it relished in needling in to his brain and finally won. Which left me the previously mentioned 10 minutes to get to the car lest he leave without me.
Our morning breakfast duos are some of my favorite. The week melts into the conversation and builds a bridge to the future. Then we just are. We settle on any random fact, topic, or tidbit that strikes our fancy. Our place is a place where everyone knows your name. The coffee is plentiful and never ending. The food comes fast and you’re encouraged to linger.
Linger, we do. For when we leave the day returns to us and we set off toward our obligations.