My husband is an avid consumer of the morning news,
but does not subscribe to the time-honored spousal mealtime practice
of hiding behind a newspaper; he has his electronic tablet
at the breakfast table, where he scans the New York
Times, The Wall Street Journal and, on occasion, CNN, while
scarfing down rolls and orange juice, — me, well, I’m not
ready to face any of these options — morning is not
exactly my finest hour — and so I generally sip coffee
and just listen to his running commentary while feigning interest
in the Dow Jones Average or the president’s budget message.
Paraphrases from the novel Asylum by Jeannette de Beauvoir.