It seemed far too early when my alarm went off the next morning. I groaned and rolled my carcass out of bed, turning off the alarm and trudging to my parents' bedroom. I shook my father softly awake, and we tiptoed through the house to the home gym for our morning workout.
As our blood began circulating and our muscles strained, we talked softly. We didn't talk about anything important enough that I could recall it later, and that was perfect. I just remember smiling and joking with my dad while we lifted weights. He started coffee while I took my shower, and then he used my bathroom for his shower when I was done.
"Hey!" he said from inside the shower.
I turned and saw he was looking at me around the shower curtain.
"Yes sir?"
"Do you feel like waking up your mother?" he asked with a
