I was lying in bed this morning, just as the sun was showing itself. My mind was working on ideas for a duck house remodel – their current house originally built as a meat chicken run.

Paul was awake so I told him about this thought for giving the ducks a little more head room and a dry outdoor space come winter.

“I’ve got ideas,?” I told him.

“That scares me,?” he said.


What’s that supposed to mean?

So a little bit later, my mind working on another thought, I said to him as he pretended to be asleep, “I’ve got an idea.”

No reply.

“And it doesn’t involve you,”? I added.

“Oh thank God.”

He wasn’t asleep.