Angelo and I went to bed at a reasonable time last night and managed to wake up on time too. And I got that extra five minutes in bed after waking up that takes away morning crankiness.

John had to be up for band rehearsal before convocation at 10 a.m. so he joined us for breakfast. I had the leftovers from my brunch yesterday at Pour House and he and Angelo had pancakes and waffles with some strawberries I cut up.

It’s weird how doing something at home can feel drastically different from the hundreds of crates of strawberries I’ve cut for work. 

We all had a nice relaxed breakfast before Angelo ran out the door, nervous for his first day of orientation for work. John hung around for a bit, disappeared into his room, then said goodbye before heading off to Matthews Arena.

And me? I took my sweet time eating, loaded and ran the dishwasher, unpacked two boxes in the bedroom, rolled a roll of pennies, and straightened out the bookshelf. And I still have an hour to kill.

I’ll be bouncing back and forth between my moleskine, the bookshelf, and cleaning up—all while hoping one of the other boys wakes up so they can eat the pancakes and extra strawberries.