Joe was asleep, snoring.
I decided to make coffee.
The temperature was about 40 degrees, typical of Humarock mornings. I slipped out onto the porch to take a photo. When I came back into the house, Joe had woken up. Sort of.
“Jules, can you get me some iced coffee?” Beverage of choice.
The concoction consisted of ice water with a spoonful of instant decaf coffee. Vile, yes, but that’s what he drank. By the time I came back into the bedroom, he’d fallen back asleep.