The days of just Erik mumbling in his sleep to himself may be over. There is a whole new breed of early morning mumbles emerging. Today around 6:30 AM, Erik tells me: "Don't move." So now I'm scared thinking there is giant furry spider on my back. But I think back to other moments similar and decided to play along for the sake of "Don't wake the sleepwalker/chefmumbler." He then presses his hand firmly on my back and removes my covers. He says, "The potatoes are moved." I just rolled over and looked at him inquisitively. He started telling me about the potatoes and how there was hot oil, but now there isn't so everything is okay. With each new statement he seemed to become more lucid. He started to smile and said, "What's going on?"
I don't know. I just don't know.