Burt has taken to pontificating all night long. Or, almost all night. Twice when I said «it’s 4 in the morning now, you can try to sleep,« he’s agreeably responded “that’s all right with me.” I always refer to him as “honey” at 4a.m.
He sleeps deep into the morning after that.
Unlike some of you, I am a sound sleeper.
I know about his conversations because I awaken to go to the bathroom every so often. When I do, he’s chatting. Sometimes, he’s yelling «Hello« or giving orders. I have learned to butt out for the most part.
He usually just enjoys talking, but sometimes, he gets agitated by the slow [or stupid] response of his interlocutor.
Getting back to sleep is becoming harder since the yelling grates on my nerves.
And the drumroll of chatter can also be annoying.
This is especially the case at 2a.m. for some reason.
Context is everything or would be if there were one.
It is sad that he’s compelled to talk himself hoarse. It’s sad that his discussions make no sense. It’s sad.
this is our life 