We have the internet now.
Good Man—I didn’t know this until our recent mega-shopping-for-household-goods-weekend, by the way—is terribly indecisive. So he was up last night, trying to choose computer(s). Or something.
I went to bed. Alone.
My alarm clock went off at 6:25. Suddenly, at 6:25 and 10 seconds, I felt Good Man dive into bed.
“What the hell are you doing? I know you were not in bed. You were up on the internet.”
“No,” Good Man whined playfully, “I wasn’t.”