9:00 AM – I caught Mom talking to my couch this morning. I stood right behind her and heard her tell it, “Come out of there. How can you breath in there?” She waited for a minute then said, “Come on.” I asked her who she was talking to and she turned around and looked at me and said, “You.” She then claimed that I had a habit of crawling behind either the couch itself or behind the couch cushions. I’m not sure how a fat man like me manages to do that! There’s only about 3″ behind the couch and the cushions on the back of the couch are sewn on, so no way to get behind those. She decided to go back to bed. She must have been up most of the night or something.