Linda met her friend Cris for coffee after Family Night, so she did not get home until 9:45. I usually love greeting her when she opens the front door, but tonight I wasn't waiting at the top of the stairs like she is used to. She called me, and I still did not come. That's when she started getting nervous. Did she forget and leave me outside? Was I having a seizure and too sick to meet her? Did I choke on a cookie? Nope, none of those things. I was tucked under the covers in The Big Bed and too warn comfortable to jump down.
