He is finally home. I know I should not bother him given how quickly he retreated to the furs last night. The fact he is finally getting a decent sleep and has yet to wake is proof enough of just how tired he is, but after all the mornings he has seen to making breakfast for me? The least I can do is make something for him after the week he had.
Perhaps if I put enough berries on the pancakes he will not notice if it is a little undercooked.










