Bruce is supposed to be at work at 8:30, and it takes him about 20 minutes to get into town. Bruce likes to get up at 6:45 and sit at the computer until after 8:00, when he takes his shower and then runs around the house with his arms flailing above his head asking me stupid questions like, "Where are all my shirts? I swear I had more shirts. Where did I put my shorts? No, not those green ones, the OTHER green ones?" while I'm trying to sleep. It's a good time.