The early sun was making slats of light across the room through the blinds as I woke up.  Laying in bed listening to the wind move the trees outside my open window I considered turning over and going back to sleep. But I resisted the temptation. I slid out of bed being careful not to wake up Brenda.  In the kitchen, I found the coffee and fixings and made a pot.  While it percolated, I went over my notes from yesterday. There Had to be something I was missing.

 I  was on the ...