my friend matthew

It's early, I know. My mother woke me up at 5:45 and announced that pancakes were ready, as if we have them every morning. We don't, so this was a special occasion. I hobbled into the kitchen to join my younger brother and sister at the table. My mother shuffled over and set down a plate with a stack of steaming pancakes on it. They we're wonderful, especially compared to the canned protein shake I'm frequently subjected to on these early mornings. I imagine I'll drink one anyhow. My mother loves us, and I love my mother. I'm simply documenting this as an “aide memoire” to others, but mostly as a reminder to myself. All right, well... I guess... "I'm Chevy Chase, and you're not!"