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.”
“And it doesn’t involve you,”? I added.
“Oh thank God.”
He wasn’t asleep.