Fearless rudely awakened me by swatting at my ears. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty,—breath—are you ever going to wake up today?” “Leave me be. I was up real late last night.” “Doing what? Why didn’t you wake me up?— breath—I could’ve done it with you.—What did you find?—What were you doing? ” As I said before, Fearless has a whole lot more energy than I do. Once his motor starts running, his mouth follows suit. I opened one eye and gave him a cold stare. Translation: “Stop blabbing right now or else!” Fearless stopped in mid-sentence. “Okay, I’ll go away.” He isn’t stupid. He sauntered away with all the snooty tail he could muster. I wasn’t worried that he was offended. We’d been friends too long; neither of us sweats the small stuff. That thought led me to think, “Yeah that’s right. We’ve been friends now for about four years.” The four-year reminder made me think of the all the new puzzle pieces I’d thought of last night.
