Jim dreaded his slow trek down their long driveway in the rain to retrieve today’s newspaper.
Shaking rain from himself and the paper, he handed the Lifestyle section to Marlene. Same routine every day. He reads Sports and she reads whatever crap she reads.
Jim was grumpy.
His 90th birthday loomed. He could no longer do the things he loved. Biking was a distant memory, as was mowing his own lawn.
Marlene piped up. “Nobody we know in the obits.”
“I guess that’s one good thing about today,” Jim mumbled, really savoring his hot coffee.