A sizzling sound and the smell of eggs, hashbrowns and coffee promise a good day. Laura and I arrived safely at my mom’s last night and this morning my mom is preparing a big breakfast. Hallelujah.
“How’s your laptop?” I ask Laura, curious how it survived the fifty mile per hour bounce along pavement.
“Just fine,” she answers, upbeat. “There’s a crack in the case but I can just glue that.” I admire her attitude. I’m usually more irritated when things are damaged.