After a week and a half of sleeping in other people’s beds, I finally got to sleep in my own, so I slept in until eight o’clock this morning like the laziest of all the lazy things. Even after I woke up, I just laid there for a long, long time, enjoying the fluffy pillows and the clean, fresh sheets.
I wasn’t sleeping in other people’s beds because I’m promiscuous. I was sleeping in other people’s beds because My Darling B and I went on a road trip to Colorado last week. It’s a long, long drive and we’re both getting a bit long in the tooth, so we broke up the drive over three days, staying in hotels along the way. Then for six nights we enjoyed the hospitality of our eldest son and his bride-to-be, sleeping in their guest room. Finally, we made the long drive home, sleeping in hotels again. And that’s why it’s pretty great to be sleeping in our own bed once more.