The Endless Idiot*
Marcelle Heath

5:15 a.m.

Light finding its way in like a jackroller. My husband not in bed to gripe about the gulls. Screeching bloody murder as usual. 

7:03 a.m.

A pot of coffee with milk and sugar. The sun! My to-do list. Landscapers, florist, caterers. Fetch my boy.