Just got back home. I drove through the fog, not too bad in town, but the moment I left the city it turned into a wall of nothingness. I even struggled to find my front door, though I eventually made it inside. The key barely worked too, which is odd since it never gives me trouble.

I take off my jacket and I can't find my coat rack. Weird. Then I notice a stranger on my couch. Except that is not my couch. And this is not my living room. This guy has changed all the furniture in my house. How did he manage that in just a few hours?

Alright, terrible joke, I'll stop. Pretending I walked into the wrong house is peak dad joke...