I take my phone back into the bedroom promptly at eight o'clock, plug the charger into it, place it on the nightstand, and walk away. This is all part of my plan to be more "present" and "available" to my experience at nights - talking to my wife, playing with the cat, cooking dinner, instead of spending the night fucking around on Facebook and playing Dots (have you played Dots? Dots is really awesome).
Later, I snap at Katie for the third time (or fourth?) over something inconsequential, saying, "Why are you being so contrary?"
"Well, normally it makes you laugh," she says with a brittle smile.