Perhaps you’re familiar with Hobson’s choice, Schrodinger’s cat, Occam’s Razor, or even Wheeler’s which.

I’d like to introduce you to Friesch’s torment.

Friesch’s torment is when you are awakened in the middle of the night by a neighborhood dog barking, and you lie there trying to decide if you should lay in bed hoping it ends quickly or get out of bed and into your car to find out who’s dog it is and ring their doorbell.

The specific torment is knowing that if you get out of your warm and comfortable bed to put on your shoes and get in the car, the barking will stop as soon as you leave your driveway. But if you lay in bed hoping it will end, it will go on for another 45 minutes.

Unfortunately, I encounter Friesch’s torment nearly once per week. (Which is why I named it after myself.)