At about 11pm last nite at my parents’, I stretched out on the 3-sectional sofa, my dad lounged on the 2-sectional, my mom curled up in the recliner, and I think all 3 of us fell asleep in front of the TV. When I awoke alone in their living room this morning, it was to the alarm clock my mom had placed by my head sometime in the night, which was saying obnoxiously, “*BING!* It’s six…o’clock…a.m… *BING!* It’s six…o’clock…a.m….” I shut it off and realized my mom had also thrown a blanket over me sometime in the night.

I didn’t know there’s already traffic on the freeway at 6:15 a.m.. I got home close to 6:30a, showered and got ready for work. I think I did this last week or the week before at their house, too. I hope I’m not making a habit of not going home at night.