I can't see the sofa in the living room from where my desk is situated. Our living room and dining room make an L-shaped area that is open. But he's at the other side of the L, around the corner. My desk is in the dining room because its the largest room in the house and even before we had the Internet, I had a desk here with a typewriter (then a small word processor called "Desktop Publisher" made by Brother) because I fancied myself a writer.
Our stairs make a distinctive sound when different people walk down them and I thought I heard him come downstairs. But he didn't say anything. And he didn't change the TV channel. When I'm on the computer, I have the TV on as background noise because without it, the dogs bark at all the outside noises. From the wind, to cars driving by, to a leaf gently brushing against another leaf. So, its on the USA channel with a "Law & Order SVU" marathon on right now.
Me: "Are you down here?"
DG: "Yeah."
Me: "I thought you would have changed the channel."
DG: "Not yet."
Me: "Isn't your race on?" [NASCAR]
DG: "Yes."
Me: "Then why aren't you watching it?"
DG: "It isn't on yet."
Me: "Dude, I just asked you if it was on."
DG: "Oh... [pause] No... [pause] Not yet."
You had one job, DG.
