Dad was more difficult. His glazed eyes were focused on measuring the dimensions of the fridge for reasons he never shared. I couldn't induce him to leave the kitchen. He had important stuff to do he kept telling me. Eventually I gave up and went to bed. At 2:30am I woke to find all the lights in the house on. Dad was sitting at the kitchen table, asleep with his face in his ashtray. After ten minutes of coaxing, I got him in his bed too.
At 4:30am his alarm for work went off for an hour. Mom woke up eventually and started screaming at him to go to work. This continued until the present time.
Good morning world.