I start the weekend by doing simple things: making coffee, feeding the dog, getting the morning paper.
Most of the time my wife stays in bed, enjoying the special rest that comes when one is half asleep and, in the distance, there is the faint scuttle of chores being done by someone else.
That last part doubles the pleasure.
By the time she gets up, the coffee will be ready, the newspaper will be waiting, and I'll be balancing a book and an English muffin.
Which is all fine in my eyes. I like to get at the paper early, while it's pristine, because once she's read it one could swear that raccoons were fighting over the editorial page. Some article is always missing.
They are the secret.
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