It’s late at night. I mean late.
We’re lying there in bed, wide awake, and we shouldn’t be awake, but we are.
“This is KUT radio, and it’s one o’clock,” the announcer says on the radio.
We play the radio sometimes like this at night, because it helps turn off our brains that are stressing about some little thing about work, keeping us awake. And then this announcement comes on the radio, announcing the one o’clock hour.
“Did she say ‘one o’clock’?” I mumble.
“Yes,” mumbles Trudy in return.
The only problem — it’s 3 am.
WTF!?