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Home. Happy.

After the best sleep one can have resting upon a clouded mattress jumping from dream to dream, I am awakened by Frankenfurter, the black cat of the house. Frankie talks like a excited four year old and the spring sun shines into my room that is transforming into the office/storage/guest room. Dad's in the kitchen cooking. Shaking orange juice, zapping bacon, scrambling eggs, chopping fruit, and flipping pancakes topped with a wheat free waffle for his 'special daughter'. Some say this is the fastest you'll ever see Dan Cross move. Breakfast served.

My father, a new retirree from Annheuser Busch after 24 years of solid service has now realized his potential as a Grade A breakfast chef.

It's nice to be home.