It's Never Too Early For Coffee

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This old gal…

Woke up at 4 am…couldn’t go back to sleep…overtaken by worry…silly worry…unreasonable worry…but worry nonetheless…

How am I going to pay for my funeral…came the random thought…if I’m not dead before my term life insurance runs out at 80…

The worry took a different path…a Pumpkin path…finding out another cat had died by the barn recently…found out he’s being fed cottage cheese…

Now know why he’s been feeling sick…worried little lactose intolerant him will not fare well if he doesn’t visit soon…

And then suddenly there it was…in the silence of the night…humming…one of us laying there in the dark on his back with his eyes closed…humming…

And the conversation went something like this…

Her…are you humming in your sleep or just humming…
Him…just humming…what are you doing…
Her…laying here worrying…
Him…what are you worrying about…
Her…cats…
Him…stop worrying…it’ll be ok…
And then…
Him…is it too early for coffee…

And so it is…in life…stop worrying…it’ll be ok…and no…it’s never too early for coffee…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…