Nearing midnight on 12-15-13, I was in the kitchen and in full Ambien gear. My mother got up to check on me and asked if I was okay.
“Yep, ” I responded. “Just getting the coffeemaker ready for you in the morning.”
She said, “Okay,” and headed back to bed, and she was almost asleep when I began grinding coffee… at midnight. She told me the next morning that she didn’t get up again but grumbled, “Jerrod, really?”