Picture Mr. Rilch, sitting up in bed watching CNN. Picture him getting thirsty and going downstairs for a big tumbler of water. Now imagine that he sets it down very precariously on the nightstand, with the result that he can only watch helplessly as it tips over and spills 16 oz. of Brita water on the mattress. Imagine that he thinks, “Well, it’ll dry up before Rilchie comes to bed”, fills the tumbler a second time, and settles down again.
Now imagine that Rilch walks into the bedroom and flops down on the bed. “Hey, I heard the TV—” Cotton nightgown. In case you were wondering.
(Yes, we do keep odd hours.)