In line at coffee spot in

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.