Ever since coming back from Europe, I’ve been rocking a Lufthansa sleep mask at night. It goes well with my anti-grinding retainer and helps fight the light coming in from that street post outside my window.
The other day I came home and was surprised that Otto didn’t come and greet me at the door. Of course, I was immediately worried. Then he started coming down the stairs, very gingerly. Why?
Because he had decided to try and put on the sleep cap he saw me wearing and now couldn’t figure how to get it off.
Here is picture proof. This is not normal, right?