Whatever Happens, I Make Coffee First

And why is the neighbor’s spotlight on, again?

I get up, and the sky is still dark. I look out the bathroom window, to check on the moon and stars. Where are they? And why is the neighbor’s spotlight on again, spoiling my stargazing with blinding light?

Next I hobble downstairs to the kitchen—my feet still asleep, figuratively speaking—and turn on the kitchen lights. My husband left for work long bef…