Gizmo yawned and set his phone on the nightstand after texting Jill. He hadn’t heard from her last night after she’d said she’d like to go out, but it had been late. This morning, now that he had a number for her, he couldn’t resist the urge to wish her a good day. Now it was time to get moving. He pushed himself out of bed and headed for the shower. There was a lot to get done today, so he might as well get started.
In the shower, he tried to line out the day’s to do list, to make a plan, but it all hinged on whether or not everything he ordered was in the shipment that was delivered just before the office closed last night. He’d been too tired to bother sorting through it then, so that was the first thing on today’s list.
Thoughts of Jill crept into his mind. Was she awake yet? What ti
