Yikes. This morning I opened the spy cam and Mr. M was partially bent over, butt to the camera, peering at something on the floor.

Fashion report: Black tee, those fab red n white floral print pajama bottoms.

This morning, gentle readers, Mr. M. is again at his desk. There is a metal fan on and facing the computer station just off to stage left, or our right. I suspect, given the area of chair-back visible, he is momentarily elsewhere in his home. The stand-alone white fan is gone from the far room.

( Iterative fans in frames )

Is still pink and I can now see most of his sofa.

New free-standing white floor fan, possibly a rotating fan, at the end of the hall!  W00t.

Mr. M must be there, unless he set up a rig to move his chair back around at random to simulate someone sitting at the computer just out of camera shot.

EDIT: 10:56 am.  Mr. M is home, and again, dressed ( Read more... )

... is still pink and lit with pleasant morning light. The camera is now aimed more to the left, and most of the sofa is visible. The paper what looked like a clothes shopping bag (square, with twisted cardboard handles) is gone and there is what looks like a small electronic device on the coffee table, perhaps a small CD player or radio ( Read more... )

After having as houseguests a grad school buddy of my husband's, and the buddy's gf, I recalled that he mentioned he has a camera in his livingroom on day and night and it takes an image every 15 minutes.
( cut for length and discomfort with the idea )