Bedroom looks like a crime scene: Don’t call the police.

This is a story about a crime scene which unfolds somewhere in the master bedroom this morning. It includes an assault, bloodletting and a cover up of the evidence. The crime will be outlined in detail. The victim shall remain nameless even though it wont be hard to discover. The perpetrators of the crime should be ashamed but it was necessary.

The scene unfolds during the regular morning routine. There were two humans and two canines. No one was aware of what would transpire.

Despite my efforts to take my morning medicine nap my plans were foiled. Every morning I take 8 pills in order to extend the quality and quantity of life. I have not always had to chug this many pills but the longer I live on this rock the more often the check engine light comes on.

I woke up this morning around 6 am. I tried to get back to sleep but the multiple trips to the bathroom ruined any eventual sleep cycles. I got up and went to my office and began to fill my weekly pill organizer. That would include 77 pills.

There are 8 pills per morning and 3 pills per evening. The miracle of modern medicine fueled the events leading up to the crime. The victims of said crime never saw it coming. They were content to continue on with their daily routine unaware of what was about to happen.

At about 8:30 am the would be crime began to develop. Again, the victims never knew what was coming. Everything was methodically planned out. Ok, no, I am a…