Guess Who's Coming for Breakfast?

Well, the tide ebbed again (see previous post).

Steve had his evening meds at 9:00 pm and fell asleep. I asked him if he needed anything, as I tucked him in bed; he said, "I just want to be next to you." Priceless.

Then, he was up at 11:00 pm to go to the bathroom; I couldn't get to sleep until around 2:00 am. At 3:30 am he's up again for bathroom, then at 6:30 am, the motion detector alarm in my bedroom went off; Steve was walking down the hall from his bedroom.

He was fully dressed, socks and shoes, and was ready for breakfast. He started digging in the refrigerator and pulled out: a carton of eggs, leftover chili, and bar-b-que chicken. He put these items and a black iron skillet on the counter and said they could thaw out, he was going back to bed. Whewww!

Once in bed, he asks, "Is the mayor still coming?"
The mayor?
"Yeah, I thought we were expecting the mayor."
"Well, I hope the mayor doesn't show up for breakfast, because I'm going back to bed!"

We are expecting a gentleman to come around 8:00 am to clean and detail Steve's truck to get in sale-ready...I hope he's not expecting breakfast.