In one week I made $20,000 dollars. 

Tossing and turning I ignored the blaring of my phone. But, after a few minutes, I repented. Drearily rolled out of bed. A call from dad. Better pick that up. 

On any normal day, my dad is a 7 a.m. sharp, creaseless bed making, coffee brewing, breakfast cooking, slamming yoga, one hundred pushups, five-minute showering, and straight on a business call before the clock strikes 7:59 kind of guy. So no surprise he calls me at such an ungodly early time on a weekend. But I love our calls. He captures the efficiency of a military debrief without losing the warm edge of being my dad as we catch up. Fifteen minutes, in and out. 

On the agenda today, a task.