Watching for Jim

Jim rode his bicycle to work this week.  When he drives the car I can hear him drive up with my super keen ears.  His bicycle is very, very quiet and I do not hear him pedal up the driveway.  I have to sit and watch out the window.  As soon as I saw him I squealed with delight and ran to the door so Jean would let me out and I could see run to Jim.  I miss Jim when he goes to work.