"How did you sleep?" My roommate asks.
"I slept well until the first rooster crowed." Which was probably 3:00 or 4:00 a.m.
"But it's okay, because it's South America," I add.
Yet, I remember one Christmas in Kauai when the roosters started crowing way before the sun came up. I also tell my roommate about the Kauai roosters.
She'll be going to Hawaii in the summer --first time.
"What islands?" I ask.
Oahu and Kauai.
I try to backtrack. "I'm sure they're not everywhere, but if they are, you'll be fine because that's what we do, right? We adapt, make do, suck it up, and choose happiness in the in difficult circumstances."
She heartily agrees because no one knows better. She's a four year cancer survivor.