"And all is well in Messina."<br/><br/>David leaned back in the high backed leather chair, a slight squeak echoing through the mahogany desk and bookshelves and into the hall, the professor chuckling softly to himself as he leaned forward, closing the open tome in front of him. More than a few of his students had asked him about the overriding negativity that was built into Much Ado About Nothing, a rather well known Shakespearean comedy that was not known necessarily for negativity, but these select students were much more of the "literature tells us about the dark side of human nature" crowd and desired to have a discussion about the psychological ramifications of the play. With their next class just three days away(Wednesday morning classes brought out the best in people, didn't it?), David decided to get a jump on preparation now instead of waiting till the day before. There was a time when he could whip out a lecture on the spot without preparation, but works blended together now in his mind. Characters in Shakespeare would end up in the Victorian era along with Mark Twain and Hemingway. Maybe it was the mounting pressure that was being exerted by...<br/><br/>He could hear light footsteps, the sounds filtering through the open double wooden doors leading to his office. They faded after a few moments, David assuming that one of the women had risen. They tended to tread lightly in the morning, especially without coffee, yet Alexia seemed to need it more than Rose. His daughter would find a pot of coffee ready to drink, courtesy of his waking up about four this morning and not being able to fall back to sleep. It seemed like a crime to be awake at this hour on a Sunday morning, but then again, the farm didn't stop running on the weekends. They needed to do a few things in the barn before David could retreat to the couch and watch his San Diego Chargers destroy the Broncos(or so he hoped). Standing up, he extended his arms overhead, his back popping.<br/><br/>"Old." He mumbled to himself, running a hand through his hair before taking a left out of his office, passing two closed doors on his left before finding the open entrance way to the kitchen on his right, wondering who had taken up residence in the room.