Bed Stealer

Yes, it’s 3am again. Time to coax the dogs outside to use the “facilities.”

What a beautiful night! The full moon reflects off the chem trail over my house as it drifts ever outward. Can’t you just smell the barium?

Nothing to do but watch “Honey Badgers: Masters of Mayhem.”

What a journey down nostalgia lane. The honey badger reminds me of my mother. She seems so tough—nothing could stop her and she was the definition of that old cliché, “Necessity is the mother of invention.”

She wasn’t easy to live with, either. That, I inherited from her.

The Gentle Giant has commandeered my bed and he’s sleeping peacefully. It’s time to go back to sleep. More likely, it’s time for me to take the 2 inches of bed left over and try to figure out how to sleep on it.