“Oh,” I groan as I shut my laptop. “I can’t keep doing this.” It’s long since been dark outside. It’s getting late. I can barely keep my eyes open.
Trudy laughs from the other room.
“What are you chuckling at?” I ask as I wander that way.
“I was wondering when you’d figure that out,” she says.
“I had to write some unit tests,” I say.
The fair and industrious Trudy comes walking out of the bedroom carrying a colorful pile of something in her hands.
“I had some dish towels I had to fold.”