My husband isn't working today.  He has been up for the past hour, pacing. 

Pacing. 

Pacing. 

Pacing. 

Clunk clunk clunk clunk of his boots on the kitchen floor, back and forth, back and forth. 

Once in awhile he comes up behind me, stops to see what I am doing, takes a noisy sip from his coffee cup then back to the kitchen.

Clunk clunk clunk clunk clunk.

I wish I had that kind of energy and not a damn thing to do.