Apologies to Jackson

I now believe that I falsely accused Jackson of having something to do with the disappearance of our remote. Sean found it (finally) last night wedged between the mattress and headboard. My half-asleep attempt to place it back on the nightstand must have fallen short and it somehow managed to find the perfect hiding spot. The good news is that we once again have a remote. How did we ever live without these things? Getting up to change the channel -- really?!?