This is a morning meant for people who think like he does. Now, normally I enjoy surprises, but what I hear is not the kind of surprise I like. The sound I hear is the sound of the toilet flushing in the upstairs bathroom. Suddenly, I find myself is the midst of a human predicament. My wife, who I love very much, has for some unknown reason decided to flush the toilet in our farm home while I am taking a shower. A sane person does not flush a toilet in our home while someone is taking a shower. (Unless that someone fancies herself a music critic.) The water coming from the shower and hitting my body changes immediately upon the sound of the flushing from being just right to being scalding hot. The dulcet tones of my song turn from a rich warble to an agonizing scream. I want to be clean, not char-broiled. I have become well done, not far from being Joan of Arced. I am thinking thoughts that no man should think about his wife. I finish my shower, whimpering having replaced my singing. I am definitely wide-awake now, but all the fantastic ideas that I had come up with earlier——the ideas that woud make the world a better place for all of us——have been flushed from my mind. In the time it takes to jiggle a handle, I have gone from being the King loved by all to becoming a lobster on his last day in the restaurant. Oh, I will forgive my wife, but not right away. After all, it is her turn to use the shower.