We three were discussing what we were doing this coming weekend. "You going running on Sunday?"
"Yup", says Dustine. "Are you?"
Well, I can't run with my ankles, my bike barely fits in the car, all I can do is walk on the beach.
"Well that's something," says Marisa.
"But I wish Larry would get up early to join me in that walk. He takes his time getting up, sitting with his coffee."
Then I get home and see this delicate balancing act on the kitchen counter. Yup, Larry needs his coffee.
