From what I understand, “Schrodinger’s Cat” refers to a thought experiment in which, the actual reality being unobserved, two alternative realities are held to be true at once. In the case of the unfortunate cat, the alternative realities are that it is alive and dead at the same time. Only by opening the box to observe the state of the cat is the paradox resolved.

Last night, I got up at some ungodly hour to go to the bathroom. (I had suspected this might happen because I had to go to the bathroom before I fell asleep and was too tired to move.) Without my glasses, I couldn’t see the clock across the room. Reality being unobserved, I decided it was all times at once; having successfully broken free of the space-time continuum, I glided down the hall to take care of business.

In the bathroom, there was a box fan in the shower stall, blowing full blast. Rob’s latest obsession is drying out the shower when he’s done with it, a preoccupation I cannot fully support. Once I observed people making fun of a woman in church because she was praying with her hands up in the air. This struck me as illogical. If you’re going to pray with your hands in the air, church is the place to do it. More so than, say, Burger King. Likewise, if a place is going to be wet, it might as well be the shower stall.

“Ask no questions” . . . that’s the motto for dealing with Rob. I turned the fan off, however. The shower was as dry as a bone.

On the way back to bed, I noticed it was four-fifteen. The paradox was resolved.

I have a mosquito bite on my back.