I got up early today.
Master needed to be on the road by 5:30 am, so I got up to turn on the computer for him (looking up last minute directions) and make tea. Since I was up, it was also my privilege to open and close the driveway gate for him so he could just
drive through. In the rain. Live to serve-- my new motto.
He wasn't too happy about getting up so
early to go to an out of town meeting, something about "pop the weasel" which he tried to explain, but I still don't really understand.
When I said "Have a good day", I meant it.
I went on to add that I always liked getting up early to go on a road trip; it's kind
of exciting leaving before dawn. He said "Yeah, but you are a sick and
That gave me my chuckle of the day.
After he left, instead of going back to bed I started doing laundry and cleaning. Truly sick and twisted, I know.
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