Posting from the wireless-enabled coffee shop in Charming Suburb, between meetings:
It was dark, very dark, when I woke The Princess at 6:45 this morning, still 25 minutes to sunrise.
"Honey, it’s time to get up."
Groans emerged from under the covers.
"Sweetie, do you want to get in the shower."
A head rises up above the pillow.
Another groan of anguish.
"I still have to do my Sunshine Math."