I tend to get up pretty early in the morning (or have so for the past few weeks) and my wife hates it (so I understand now) when I turn on the light to get ready. We're (actually, Beth is) renovating Anika's room this week so Anika sleeps in our room for now. She's the real reason I didn't use the light.
So now I've been reduced to simulating an experience like that of waking up in basic training for fireguard - middle of the night, flashlight in closet/locker, clandestine attempt to muddle in the dark and get dressed. I was thinking about getting a red lens for my flashlight, but then I wouldn't be able to tell the blue socks from the black ones.
At least the coffee pot is quiet.
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