It's 2 A.M.: What Are You Doing Out There?

Clink, clank, whoosh, shuffle, rattle.

I stumbled out into the kitchen to figure out what all the racket was about. Mom was standing at the sink washing the dishes. Of the few chores around here, mom seems to actually enjoy doing the dishes. I hate doing them so it works out. Except when I'm trying to sleep.

I told her it's 2 A.M. and she replied that I'm crazy. After all, she was just watching a show...I heard the television was on in the den. I pointed to the digital clock on the coffee maker. It read 1:55. She kept washing and rinsing, and I turned around and went back to sleep.

[In my search for an image to accompany this post, I found this promotional clock — given out by a company where I worked for 12 years!]