As he gazed upon the yellow orb as it shed its brilliance just over the eastern horizon, he already found himself nursing a beer and eating cold Spaghetti O’s out of a can. The lousy breakfast didn’t seem to bother him, though. He’d had worse while he used to watch daybreaks in the desert. It almost took him back there, but in a good way, one of the few fond recollections of his time overseas. And as he slurped down the tasteless noodles, if only for a moment, he felt somewhat normal again, at peace while he watched the star’s ascent. He even unwittingly let the briefest of a smile slip from him when he saw two early morning chipmunks chase each other around in circles as they zigzagged and scurried about and under his Dodge Stratus. One of the little critters even trying to hide from the other by hopping up atop a bald