As I entered my dark bedroom last night near midnight after spending several hours dealing with yet another AC issue {insert sobs of frustration}, I saw a strange glow coming from my bed. BT had crashed several hours earlier under the strain of his “day of rest,” so I couldn’t imagine where the light was coming from.
An alien encounter?
A swarm of lightning bugs?
BT being translated in the twinkling of an eye?
As I cautiously approached, I realized that it was BT using his iPhone. He muttered something about checking his email and then collapsed back onto his pillow.
This morning when I asked BT why he needed to check his email in the middle of the night, he gave me a blank stare. Reminding him of the course of events did nothing to jog his memory; he truly had no recollection of his midnight iPhone usage.
BT talks in his sleep when he is stressed and overly tired; apparently he now also checks his email.
Perhaps this new fangled device of his wasn’t such a good idea after all.
