Sort of Close?

The last few nights I get up at 2:32 am on the nose.

I lay in bed listening to Rick's rhythmic breathing. 

His breathing was in beat with Izzy.

I try all kinds of things to fall back to sleep that I have been reading about.

After a while I'm so focused on all this shit I really am wide awake. When I get up I see the time is 2:32am. The same time as the last two nights and it was flipping me out.  

My thought at that moment was why not watch a movie since all the "expert's" tricks were not working for me. 

It's the same thing night after night.

I wake around 2am I assume and try to make myself fall back asleep. 

After a while, I get frustrated and just get up. It is always at 2:32am. 

Then I go to the living room to read or watch tv and I get sleepy around 6ish and then fall asleep until Izzy wakes me at 7ish. I do not have a clock by my bed or a phone. If I did I would stare at it. I don't know the time until I get up and can see the clock on Rick's nightstand. So this exact time I get out of bed each morning is almost creepy.

I saw a movie that had already started that is one of my top 10 movies. 

So I clicked that channel to see Return to Me and settle in. 

Since I've done this for the last 3 nights in a row with the exact 2:32am wake-up time, Rick suggested I play the pick 3 lottery with those numbers.

It worked for him once. He won $500 in 1990. 

Now that's a great story for another day.

Today I want to point out how our poor hearing makes us laugh a lot and thank God for that right? Are we the only ones?

Last night we had some good laughs at my expense again but it was funny to us both.

I was sitting in Rick's ugly chair around 8:30pm and I'm reading a local magazine to see what is happening around town.

Rick was watching tv and now I hear all this rustling around in the kitchen and I turn my head and realize Rick is not watching tv any longer. 

I yell, "whatcha doin' Rick?"

I heard, "sucking on black socks." 

I ask, "would you please say that again?" as I mute the TV.

He is laughing. He knows. Then he says, "Oh God, what did you hear?"

I heard you were sucking on black socks big fella.

Oh boy, he is cracking up now but I too find it funny because that is what I heard but I knew he didn't say that so that is why I asked if he would repeat.

No, he says, I said, "I'm sucking down the stew broth"

"Oh well, that was really close though huh?" I giggled because not even a little bit close.

"Yes, real close Margaret."