Maria and I have been having a low-yield running quarrel about a sloth story used on an app I play to help her sleep (she is prone to 3 a.m. revelations, ruminations about animals and horror dreams).

She thought the story was disturbing because it portrayed sloths walking around to help other sloths. (Sloths don’t walk much, they hang from limbs of trees). I thought the writer had license to have the sloth walk in a fictional story.

Maria, as usual, did not budge. She is not given to changing her mind much. And neither did I. The upshot is that I went online and find her a sloth. She loves it, of course, and hung him upside down on the lamp pole next to my chair.

I very much appreciate having him there, although it can be a little startling.