On the way home from college one weekend (back when dinosaurs roamed the earth), I stopped by my brother’s house. It was Friday evening, but the night was young.
After stepping into the living room, I was astonished to notice that both my brother and my sister-in-law were dressed in pajamas and robes. I gave them 15 flavors of grief. After all, I said, it was ONLY 9:30 p.m.! It wasn’t even time to go out partying yet!
Flash forward to last night. After a full day of digging holes, planting shrubs and moving bulbs, my husband and I both collapsed into bed a little earlier than usual. We were exhausted, and the alarm would go off at 6:30 a.m.
Of course, that same brother called me about five minutes after I went to sleep. It was 9:15 p.m.
He called again this morning. Still laughing.
Now I get it.