Short break from vacation for a work-related story from last night (er, this morning):
Last night, I went to bed and Jesse was still up, but I thought he’d be right behind me. His computer (which he relies on to do freelance work at home) had been acting funny, and he wanted to start some diagnostics overnight. Maybe he’d come to bed a half hour later or something like that. So when I woke up at sometime later and realized he wasn’t in bed, my first thought was, Must not be so late. My second thought, after putting on my glasses and realizing it was four o’clock, was, Huh? And then, Huh? I went to check on him, but the light in his office was out. I opened the door and it stopped halfway, bumping into something, which I quickly realized was my husband.
“Jesse?” I said, kind of panicked–why was he lying on the floor of his office at four in the morning??
He made some kind of sound, so I figured he wasn’t dead.
I continued: “What the heck? It’s four o’clock. What are you doing?”
To which he replied, simply, and without a hint of irony, “Napping.” As if it were obvious.
I waited. I figured it would be clear I wanted more of an answer than that, but none was offered. I laughed and went back to bed. But, I couldn’t sleep, thinking about him on the floor of the office, so almost an hour of trying later I got up again and found him in chair this time, on the computer. Apparently the diagnostics and fixing of the machine had taken longer than hoped. (He didn’t have to say it, but I knew why he had to pull an all-nighter–when else was it going to get done? He needs nights and weekends right now for the projects he’s on.) He said he was getting ready to take another nap, so I suggested napping in bed this time. A few minutes later, he came to bed and I was able to go back to sleep (for the whole hour I had left before the alarm went off, that is).
I present this story to you in case you needed further evidence that my husband: 1. is insane, and 2. works hard. Good grief.
