The other day L’s Mother expressed her pleasure at how well the terracotta pot she got was working out, but all I heard her say was “terracotta pot.”
So naturally I responded with, “I’ll take ‘What do terracotta warriors smoke?’ for one hundred, please.”
In honor of Memorial Day.
It was a hard road to walk since I started leaning on morning coffee after the birth of my son, but I’m actually happy that me drinking coffee in the morning is now a rare enough event to warrant playful concern.
“Oh nooooo!” I heard L’s Mother exclaim from the kitchen this morning, and from her tone I knew she’d noticed that I was using the coffee maker.
“Relax,” I assured her as I walked into the kitchen. “I slept well and feel fine, I just woke up a little stuffy.”
I just don’t have anything to say that I haven’t already said before.
“I’ve been awake and productive since 6 A.M.” L’s Mother announced this morning.
“I’m sorry,” I replied. “Was it your stomach?”
This morning L’s Mother looked at the breakfast I had worked hard to prepare for myself, and she expressed a temptation to steal it even though it wasn’t on her diet.
And I looked at her, and at that moment I realized *I* was tempted to not kill her if she tried.
Sometimes I wonder how many other people’s workdays are interrupted by a turtle laying eggs in the backyard.
Yesterday I mentioned my friend with the reversed from expected awake and asleep brain patterns.
Yes, I laughed about this at the time, I think we all did. (It really did explain some things.)
But.
It also made me wonder just why am I so sure I’m awake just because I think I am?
I feel like I should add that the person I knew with unusual brain scan results wasn’t a psychopath, but their results indicated sleeping brain patterns when they were awake, and awake brain patterns when they were asleep.
Candles & Curses 