I am almost always up at this time, but I am usually praying and drinking coffee; writing and drinking comes later. Last night is what is different about this morning.
Sometime before the 8:25 p.m. start of the Eagles-Giants game I was in the living room with my Surface Pro 3 on my lap. I was editing a chapter of a book I was writing when my wife’s iPhone rang inside its purple Otterbox. After hanging up she asked if I was going to get one of our daughters from her Christmas party. “When does she need picked up?” I asked. “She said you could come right now.” The chapter edit was going well so I said something about going in a bit.
During that “bit” a loud set of knocks happened at the front door. Unusual? Yes, but the package people have long hours at Christmas. It took only about a second for my wife to remember who this would be. It was a young lady coming by not to drop packages off, but to pick something up for her mom.