Our first night back in our own little house was quite the adventure. It was a hot house. Summer has finally arrived here, and our little abode was blazing when we returned. Of course, we turned the AC on (the cooling type of AC, not this hot blogger) as soon as we got home, but somehow, it turned itself up when we weren't looking, so it was still rather torrid inside come bedtime.
I was sleeping only fitfully at best in the middle of the night, when I found myself coughing a lot. After about a half hour of this nonsense, I remembered the cough drops on the shelf in the hallway. This shelf overlooks the staircase down to the first floor. In the darkness, I reached for the cough drops and immediately tried to pull my hand back as realization set in. But I wasn't fast enough in my semi sonambulent state and knocked the glass over: the one that I had set there earlier in that restless night.
For some strange reason my shocked cry of bewildered horror awoke Cuppa, and we began the cleanup process. Picture me, or rather don't picture me, completely starkers but wearing running shoes to protect my feet. I never sleep starkers, not due to prudishness, for I am simply more comfortable with clothes on. Except for last night when I was uncomfortable no matter what I wore or didn't wear. So there I was in my birthday suit, my rather old and wrinkled suit, I might add. Meanwhile, Cuppa was in her scanties, and we were both bending and stretching in our search for glass. I fear that there was more glass without the gl than with.
Aside from the comedic or grotesque (take your pick) image, it was remarkable for another reason: ie Cuppa's ability to solve practical problems. Somehow she knew, even in her sleepy state, that the best way to find the shards was to CSI the scene. Out went the light, and on came the flashlight. Once we had retrieved all the larger pieces, she then knew enough to pick up the little ones with sticky tape. How she knows all this is beyond me, but she does.
Then, I vacuumed, and we went back to bed. And she was even thoughtful enough or too tired (take your pick once again) not to laugh at the incredible image of a frumpled naked-except-for-runnning shoes AC until morning.