My dear wife Karen was working the later Friday shift, meaning she’s get home from the eye place after my arrival at A Bitty Better from the library.
What’s that, I see on my phone after I feed Elle B aka Dogamous Pyle?
A text saying that my wife is running late.
I set up a weekend starter welcome.
I text the photo of what will be ready on the kitchen table to start the Friday relaxation.
(The beer bottles go back in the fridge, thank you.)
Bing. A reply.
She’s leaving sooner rather than later.
It worked. I time my pour perfectly.