I happened to be up at 2 am, so I checked my email to see if there was a note from Bill. It is, after all, mid-morning by that time in Afghanistan.
I went back to bed, sulking. Why hasn’t he written? I mused in a pathetic manner.
Perhaps, I retorted to myself, because he knows it’s 2 am here, and that you should be sleeping and not checking email.
And when I woke up later, at a decent hour, there was, of course, a love note.
And thus my morning is glorious.