The other night, I plugged in my phone for the night and turned over to sleep. Howie, already asleep, stirred and mumbled something. Thinking he surely must not have said what I thought he did, I asked him to repeat himself.
“Have you set your feta alarm clock?”, he said again, quite clearly.
Then, cognizant enough to realize he’d said something absurd, he chuckled and said, “Never mind. I’m half asleep.”
All I could say was, “Yes, I wake to…cheese.”