It got chilly all of a sudden; someone was pulling the covers off the bed. I sat up groggily and looked around. My wife was still sound asleep on the other side of the bed; it was not likely that she would notice anyway, since she tends to sleep with the covers half off in the first place. It was the whirring noise that finally caught my attention; Marvin, the robo-butler, was down at the bottom of the bed, slowly and methodically dragging the comforter off. He seemed to be getting a bit confused, because the covers had flopped over top of him, covering his optical sensors.
I yanked them away from him and tried to go back to sleep, but even more commotion started up downstairs. It sounded like every appliance in the house had come on, all at once. Imagine, if you will, the coffee grinder, the disposal, the dishwasher, the vacuum cleaner, the dryer, and the washing machine, all going at once. I was waking up now, and threw my legs over the side of the bed, stepped into my slippers and housecoat, and headed downstairs. Marvin trailed behind me, muttering under his breath, his little wheel motors whining. I looked longingly at my wife, who was still sound asleep.
After I shut everything off, and got the baby out of her crib (she thought it was hilarious to have the vacuum cleaner driving in circles on her rug at 6:30 in the morning), I poured a cup of java from the Coff-o-Mat and sat down for a little chat with Harry, the house computer.
"Harry, what the heck is going on?"
"Well, Dave, you wouldn't get up this morning when I tried to wake you."
"Harry, it's Saturday morning and we were out late last night. You knew that, because you made me review the chore list at half past twelve."
"I guess I just forgot, Dave. It won't happen again."
"Alright, I'll forget about it. Now what's for breakfast?"
"Well, Dave, how about two scrambled eggs and a piece of whole wheat toast?"
"Sounds good."
"Coming right up, Dave."
I harrumphed, then started to get up to go look for the paper.