“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
I, more than likely, over did it a wee bit yesterday. Besides being tired, my back was barking at me excessively. Before Señora had left the house for her choir practice at around 1815 hours, I had taken a muscle relaxer. An hour or so later my back was still being less than polite, so I took another Flexeral.
I am chalking it up to a combination of being tried and the medications, but I went to bed earlier than usual, somewhere between 2000 and 2100 hours. I was asleep when my prodigal wife made her way back to the hacienda. When she found me asleep in the bed, she awaken me, gently to be sure, but still she woke me up. Indubitably, you will understand why I found this a wee bit irritating. I don’t remember how I responded, but in my best Clark Kent manner, I am sure. I then rolled over and went back to sleep.
As this was not the first time, she has waken me in these circumstances, this morning I started ruminating as to why. Generally, when I find her asleep, I simply back out of the room so as to not disturb her. Or if it is late, slip into the bed as lightly as I can.
Then it dawned on me her reason, so I went searching for her, finding her on the couch, I explained to her that I did not quite understand why she woke me up. I then asked if she had some trepidation that I might be dead in the bed. She confessed that it was. I suppose it would be minorly horrible to go to bed, only to find a cold, dead corpse headed toward rigor mortis laying next to you the following morning. But sometimes a gal just needs her beauty sleep.
And that is how it goes sometimes in La casa de los viejos.
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