It was close to midnight. I padded into the kitchen to quench my thirst and picked up the water pitcher.
I blinked at the heft. Huh? I raised it up to examine the water level. It was full.
My water pitcher is never full. The only way I can ever get a drink of water out of it is to fill it up, let it drip through the filter and then immediately pour a glass. This has gone on for so long that I’d become convinced that the Household Gods were determined that I die of dehydration.
“Hmph!” I filled my glass, topped off the pitcher, and returned to bed. It had to be a fluke.
The next morning I headed to the coffeepot. I paused, staring in shock.
The water pitcher was still full.
“Hokay, that’s strange,” I mumbled as I poured myself a cuppa Joe. Twice in a row? My Household Gods must be on vacation!
Before I left for work I filled a water bottle, topped off the pitcher once more, and headed out.
It was full when I got home!
Maybe, just maybe, the Household Gods that always seemed to drink my water or mess up my house, maybe they went on more than a simple vacation.
Maybe they went off to the Navy.
Hmmm.
I can have some fun with this!