3:30 pm – Don waves goodbye to me, so I jump up from my office chair, and run down the stairs to make sure he doesn’t have access to the remaining stairs to the front door. At this time of the afternoon, I would assume he’s going outside on one of his hallucinogenic trips.
Kristy: Where are you going?
Don: To bed.
Kristy: It’s mid-afternoon. Why would you go to bed this early?
Don: I don’t know. Seems like the thing to do.
Kristy: Look outside. It’s broad daylight. What time does the clock show?
Don: 3:30
Kristy: If that was 3:30 am, it would be pitch black outside, right?
Don: Yes.
Kristy: Is it dark outside?
Don: No.
Kristy: Does it make sense you should sleep at night when it’s dark and not during the day when it’s light?
Don: Yes.
He lingers around for a bit and then heads right to his bedroom to go to sleep. I don’t have time to convince him further what the consequences will be of sleeping during the day instead of at night.
6:30 pm. Don catches me in the kitchen preparing dinner. He looks all bright eyed and bushy tailed. A mischievous grin across his face.
Don: Do you feel better?
Kristy: Feel better about what?
Don: Gas (motioning towards his stomach).
Kristy: Gas? I don’t have gas. What the hell are you talking about?
No answer.
Kristy: You have no idea what you are talking about right now, do you?
Don: Nope.
Isn’t it the babe in arms that has the goofy grin on their face when they pass gas?
Note to Self: I will wait until after dinner to check his bathroom. Something smells all wrong.