"One lump or two?"
She asks from across the table.
I shrug, nod absently,
Up to my nose in newsprint.
Some mornings are like that.
For the next nine hours
I'll be called upon to make
Momentous decisions
Of earth-shaking import --
Or so I believe.
At seven AM, I'm just not ready
To weigh the heavy issues
Like one lump or two.