Just got home from my late night coffee and book ritual. As previously mentioned, the wife and the dogs are dead asleep. The dogs of course, have commandeered my side of the bed.
If this sounds like a simple problem to you, you have clearly never tried to relocate a comatose, snoring, and possibly flatulent 100lb American Bulldog. The guy who coined the phrase "Let sleeping dogs lie" had a gassy bulldog, I guarantee it.
Instead I'm out at my garage desk with the door open bein' generally creepy, and trying to weird out my neighbors. A guys gotta have a hobby.