Having popcorn for breakfast was my rebellion against being awake far earlier than I would like. The popcorn was a little stale, but it had other things going for it. It was made and had been sitting on the coffee table, waiting for me to grab the basket and walk outside with it. Jennifer was still asleep on the couch. Which said something about her ability to sleep anywhere. She’d barely stirred the night before when I’d brought a pillow and comforter and nudged her to lie down. Shadow plucked the popcorn out of the air with greater aplomb than a number of outfielders the Cubs have employed, and swallowed. “Good job.” His ears flickered, but he stayed back. I sent him a few more high fly popcorns, and he was errorless. Gradually, I brought them in closer, until I was down to the last few, and he was swallowing infield flies. I’d called KWMT while still in bed and let them know I’d be in after lunch, but was reachable by cell.
