Days just don't get any harder than this, Jim decided. Every muscle ached, vying with his growling stomach for attention. All he wanted was a hot bath and a good dinner. Thank God it was Sandburg's turn to cook.
The front door opened, and Jim looked up. His roommate stepped inside and stopped to lean against the wall, his eyes closing. Exhaustion lined Sandburg's face.
"Tough day?"
"Yeah… Please tell me it's not my night to cook."
Jim took in the fatigue emanating from his friend and with a smile, headed for the kitchen. "Nah, go shower. It's my turn."