Was That Scripted?

Natural Noises in the Night

This will just be a quickie. It was 3 am today. I’d awakened. I thought Dennis had said something. I couldn’t tell what it was. My hearing isn’t what it used to be. I said, “What?” He laughed, and I realized he’d just let loose a rumbling, muffled fart.

At least my sense of smell hasn’t reappeared after the bout with Covid we had last December.

The man rolled over and went back to sleep. Me? I lay there for two hours. It was like being in a waiting room at the DMV, Department of Motor Vehicles. Finally, at 5 am, I got up to look at my Medium stats (nothing to write home about) and take a peek at my email. An hour later, I was tired enough to go back to bed, where I arose to sunshine later on at 9 am.

The point of this is. My husband and I each come from families who embrace natural noises. His father used to look all around the room, commenting, “Ducks!” My father told me he would rattle the desk drawers at work when he needed to fart. I’ll bet everybody knew. Our family dogs always got blamed whether they did it or not. The cats just slink away.

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