As an itinerant so-and-so with an inkling to go-go, I do not have the opportunity of referring to the word “bed” by prefacing it with “my.” In the course of a normal month, I will stay in motels and sleep in as many as ten beds.
They make a difference.
In the motel industry, they fall into three major categories–and that’s without considering the Goldilocks Syndrome of “too soft, too hard and just right.”
- Some are too low.
- Some are just tall enough but are lumpy.
- And some are way too high.
I do not like to get up out of a bed like I’m sleeping in the wilderness on an air mattress.
I am also not favorable to locating the correct mountaintop or valley within the landscape of the mattress, where I might be able to settle my bones, free of ache.
And finally, I also do not like to fall out of bed from a dizzying height.
Yet it is amazing how well we can adjust to circumstances if we avoid the craggy chasm of bitching and climb the exhilarating mountain of good cheer.
After all, if I get a good bed, it is temporary.
But also, if I get a bad one … the road calls.
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