Morning Delight

It's so early. Why in the world am I up this early. The numbers on the clock shown at first remembered glance: "3:56"[am]. I'm at Denny's snacking on something, and/or sipping some coffee. I am chatting on the cellular telephone, with Cari Joy Sade. This makes for a pleasant morning. We speak of the usual things, moving to California, Sarah's wedding arrangements, feeling as if we were making progress. After a few minutes and into the next hour, it becomes much lighter outside, and people have filled in the restaurant, inside and out. This "people" includes my brother, along with some others not to my personal preference, so I waltz outside, and sit on the garden brick wall outside the front window. There I sat. Here I sit. Why am I sitting here at four in the morning?! A police squad car is approaching, the driver staring steadfast in my specific direction. I hide the marijuana bowl I hold in my hand, hoping only that the cop did not see. Oh good morning Autumn McMillen! What are we doing here on the side lawn of Denny's? "I haven't been in PE in a long time! Not since we were all in it way back when." And whaddaya know, many young kids formed a bad circle here with us, Candy Garcia in the center.