My wife is almost ready. We have fed the cats, turned off the coffee pot, and done a few other last little duties before we leave. It's an every morning thing. Writing about it - like this - is not. Even though she is not quite ready and I am, she always ends up waiting on me for some reason. I am easily distracted, I suppose.
She has made one last trip to her bathroom. I hear water running, cabinet door shut. Footsteps down the hallway. Okay that's it.
We're off.