Speaking of leaving lights on, my alarm clock projects the time on the ceiling... it could be sending subliminal transmissions, or worse.
I could sleep in the truck, but it has more computer gear than the entire house.
All the good caves are already taken.
Oh, golly. I have to smack the clock next to the bed to find out the time. I don’t trust any of them. They....conspire....when no one is watching.
All the more reason to leave the light on in the kitchen. This place is small, but at least the kitchen “light” will allow me to escape out the window if the Keurig becomes “wonky.” (Said in s whisper, just in case.)