I know I watch too much TV. Am I going to change that, hells no! However, I will say there comes a time when watching too much is way more than a bad thing. Like, say, when someone rings your door at one in the morning and the entire household is asleep.

And for the record: no, Dude, I don't have your damn cell phone no matter what the frigging GPS tracking thingie says (I don't even know how that works—if it can get that specific that "my" house is where it supposedly is). And next time I catch you peeking into my car/van/truck 'cause you don't believe me, know that I have several baseball bats and even more boys who know how to swing them... HARD!

Note: so after I wrote this I turned the GPS thingie on my cell on and did a “locate”. It took several minutes to do its thing and when it finished it was unable to locate my phone—it went into stand-by before the search was done and made it void. Did it again—kept the phone “active” and low and behold it put it on my lot/property. I don’t know about y’all, but seeing how my cell went into stand-by uber-quick, someone was using it right when he located it—so he either came hours later or someone walking by tossed it. Dunno (and I *still* don’t have it).

How the TV watching plays in? Well if this happens (again when the ENTIRE house is sound asleep) and you can hear a car driving up and down the block, maybe not the same guy but a lot of traffic for one in the morning... And you'd watched the marathon-episodes of Criminal Minds earlier that day... And the doorbell wakes you from a deep sleep where you were prolly dreaming of said episodes... It makes it less than conducive to get back to that sound sleep. You can remember the details of each episode and how it can play out in this particular situation. (Or maybe you remember a book you read *years* ago where a person looks through the peephole only to get a bullet-hole for their trouble--the overactive imagination doesn't take a break 'cause you're sleeping, at least not for me) Then, yeah, sleep is definitely hard to come by.

Lest you fret, I didn't *actually* think said Dude would come back. I mean, who parks in someone's driveway then rings the bell if they're going to do "something". Still... read paragraph two. And I have a medium-size dog who goes apeshit over the slightest sound and another dog who will hang back and if need be chime in too (and she's even bigger).

And as I like to tie just about EVERYthing into writing, don't think for a second I won't use this somehow in the book I'm working on—but maybe not for a few days. Once I've gotten over the hands-still-shaking part of it all... it's so in!