Those who are unfamiliar with my routine (probably most of those who come by here) don't know that I must take a nap on Thursday afternoons or I am just dead on Friday. I work Thursday night and don't get home until after 9:00 p.m. It takes me a while to settle down, usually around midnight, but sometimes later. So I laid down a little before noon, mom went to her room to nap too. At 12:30 she was back up. I settled her in front of the TV and went back to bed, nothing unusual there. It was close to 1:00 before I drifted off. I awoke when her door closed. Laid there and listened to her open the door, go down the hall and then back in to her room. She came out again and went into my bathroom. I looked at the clock - 2:18. Hmmm, not much of a nap and I had to get up by 3:00. She came out of the bathroom.
"What's the matter mom?"
"Someone's going to get killed"
So what have the cats done this time? "Who mom?"
She came into my room and sat on the bed. "Regis says his dad is going to be killed" (she has a fixation on Regis Philbin).
I'm not quite awake yet. "Mom, Regis is close to your age, I think his dad has been gone for some time."
"Oh no, that's not right" she became more agitated.
"Who told you this?"
"He told me when I was downtown."
I guess my disbelief must have shown on my face as she got up in a flounce and left the room as only an arthritic woman can.
So, now I'm worried about Regis' dad.
I'm going to be so dead tomorrow.