Why are the Kleenex on top of the refrigerator?
Why am I carrying a long, skinny screwdriver in my pocket to unlock the bathroom door?
There’s one answer to both of those questions, and he’s mercifully asleep behind a closed door.
Or not. His final words to me as I kissed him good night were, “After you leave, I’m going to turn on the lights.”
That is surely what he did, and Mama went back in to press the reset button on bedtime.
I went grocery shopping because I’d run out of laundry to do.
All seems well now, but nonetheless, I’m not checking the video monitor.
Ignorance is bliss.