So hours after The Curmudgeon has gone to bed, I notice his Rebif shot sitting on the kitchen table. I pick it up to double-check it. No, he hadn’t used it.

I debate with myself, do I wake him or don’t I?

Then I remember the other morning where I had less than an hour of sleep.

Yep, I wake him and tell him he hasn’t done his shot. I smile when he’s not thrilled.

Revenge is sweet but Karma is sweeter.