After tossing and turning, I finally got up this morning around 3am.
Standing in the dark, I offer the dogs their "snackie" and put them out to do their business.
SM wanders out.
Surprised I ask, "Can't sleep?"
"No. You?" SM asks and turns the kitchen light on.
"Flashes and chills." I reply, shrugging.
SM looks at the kitchen counter with a frown on his face.
"What's that?" His finger wands over and pokes at the object in question.
"That's a sacrificial carrot."
SM looks at me.
(On the counter I've placed my purse and car keys. I don't normally leave them there. I put them there if I need to remind myself to take something with me when I leave. Yesterday, I ran out of carrots at work for me to snack on.)
"I put that little nub there to remind me to grab the bag of carrots out of the fridge and take them with me to work tomorrow."
SM picks up the tiny nub.
Looks at it.
Lays it back down.
He turns to me then, wraps his arms around me and lays his head on my shoulder as silent, vibrating laughter shakes his whole body.
After a moment he's laughing so hard he's crying.
Such is life in the wee hours of the morning around here....