A 5.8 On The Hoppen Scale

(My husband is re-entering the bedroom just after I’d turned out the lights. He stops in the doorway.)

Husband: “It’s dark! I can’t find the bed.”

Me: “It’s in the same place it was a few minutes ago. The same place it’s always been.”

Husband: *pausing, sleepy* “Are you sure there wasn’t an earthquake… or an interior decorator?”