Early bird
Dot had been in bed with us as she sometimes is. She got up without explanation and trundled downstairs. In my half-sleep, I assumed she was going to lay back down or something. She came back up a few minutes later complaining that the basement was too dark.
“Why do you need to go to the basement?”
“I want to beat Whacko to the computer.”
A reasonable point, except that it was 4:45 am on a school morning.
“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that too much, honey…”
April 18th, 2008 - Posted in Homelife | |
