Chapter 230

• When I woke up, I was alone, and the sun was bright outside. I could hear Lynn watching TV, and smelled bacon cooking. Kelly was being domestic, and I wanted her to keep doing it.
• It took me about five minutes to do my morning routine, and despite my best efforts, still had severe bedhead when I dressed and went to find Kelly. I looked like a drunken cockatoo. Apparently, she thought so too.
• "Good morning Fred," she laughed, splaying her fingers over her head. She was referring to the bird on the old TV show 'Baretta', a white cockatoo named Fred.