old neighborhood, assured I’ll be late, but I need coffee. You know this about me. But this morning it’s especially necessary from the struggle getting the babes out the door. I deserve this, I conveniently rationalize. So, the line moves, but not fast enough. I don’t care, no not at fucking all. Just keep motion as best I can with this exhaustion, this papa fatigue. Move with the pace of the line and turn your back to worry.