After a tiring day, I grabbed my book and flipped on the television. Pope coverage. Got a blanket and settled in. Uncomfortable, I decided to switch couches. Thirsty, I needed a Coke. First, I picked up the remote and turned down the volume. Got my Coke then turned on the lamp to read by. I couldn’t hear the TV. I couldn’t find the remote. Anywhere. I searched. Forever. Finally, I saw what I was holding in my hand. My book and the remote.
Cursing myself, I settled in, began to read and fell asleep to the sound of church bells.