Life didn’t really begin at Casa Torres until Nic (my wife) and I kick-started it.
That’s changing.
This morning I was awoken to the sounds of a sliding glass door and feet running out to the chicken coop to tend to our egg givers. Then a bit later there was clanking of spoons, dishes and beeps from the microwave as a simple breakfast was being made. As I contemplate getting up I know teeth have been brushed, TV remotes found and there’s been some controversy over what Saturday morning show to watch on their shared TV.
Guess I should go make myself useful.
