I heard Third Chromosome come home last night.  His effervescently-driven indoor voice woke me up.  I was tucked into my sleeping bag at an hour that definitely was not late, but surely after 1 am.   I laid there listening to the random words I could understand.  Not that his words were mumbled or slurred, but just muffled by the plaster walls that partitioned our two very different worlds at that hour.   But, I was happy to hear it, happy to be in my semi-cozy bed as an audible voyeur.  Physical presence was not needed to be in this one-sided conversation.  He had his bike stolen and to balance out the taking, decided to take away a few brain cells.  Taking those away have always brought a level of joy.