Charles Sitton awoke later than usual. The sleep aid had done its job. Initially, he was disoriented, not recognizing his surroundings; then everything came back to him in a rush. He was in James and Mary’s guest room. Throwing back the sheets, he swung his feet out and sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, trying to get his thoughts together. Donning a robe, he wandered toward the kitchen to find the coffee he smelled.
Mary had just put the last of her breakfast things in the dishwasher when Charles stuck his head in the door. “Any coffee left?”
“Oh, hi, Charles. Good morning to you.” Mary grabbed a cup from the cabinet and poured coffee. “Sleep well? We tried to be quiet this morning and let you sleep in.”
“I don’t know if I did or not. I crawled in the bed and just now woke up. I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself for two days. I’m not much of a reader, and I hate watching TV.”
“You are welcome to any movies we have. I don’t know a whole lot more to suggest. I think the doctor just wants you to take your mind off of things and rest.”
“I know. Movies bore me, and I’m not much of one for ‘resting.’ I rest better when I’m doing something productive. I know James isn’t much of a handyman, so if you have any projects, let me at them. I promise I’ll not work too hard, and it will keep my mind occupied.”
“I guess I don’t see a problem with that. There are a few things James has been putting off. . .”