Thunderstruck, from AC/DC’s 1990 album The Razors Edge plays as he stirs from hibernation. Intuitively reaches for his phone to silence the alarm, careful not to rattle awake his sleeping wife. The budding clock barely displaying 3 A.M., chimes the ringtone on his cell phone, designated exclusively for his employers emergency calls. Partly attentive she anticipates he will faintly kiss her on the cheek, petitioning her to “have a good day”, amidst discreetly departing the room. Just as she calculated from the countless years of empirical evidence acquired by observation, his performance replicated her forecast. He then blindly nabs his previously arranged clothes and quietly closes the door behind him. Dolefully lying awake, she can hear him charging around the kitchen, dumping the ice tray into his meticulously organized Igloo Playmate drop top cooler. Equipped with a custom home-made shelf that sat on top, apart from the ice and water bottles, occupies everything he may need to nurse him throughout the duration of his day. Finalized by the clicking of the containers latching lid, safely securing it for transportation. Within earshot she can make out the clanging of springs from the automatic garage door opening, followed by the thud as it quickly rebounded and restored itself to its initial docking. Without omission came the instantaneous rumble of the full-sized, 8 cylinder pickup truck shaking the living room windows. Exempting the customary vehicle warm-up, he hastily dislodges the gear shift from park into the hesitantly receptive drive position, and hurriedly stomps on the gas pedal. Being reluctant, the old, hunter green Dodge truck proceeds to pioneer down the road, with the roar of the engine diminishing as they journeyed out of sight, down Meadow Road.
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