|My comfy couch|
I like my couch and I sleep on it nearly as much as I do in my spiffy bed. There was a time, back in Former Happy Days, when I'd fall asleep on the couch after a hard day only to be woken up by The Second Mrs. Pennington who informed me it was time to go to bed... after I'd been asleep for an hour or two. So I'd dutifully get up off the couch and accompany her upstairs where I'd invariably stare at the ceiling for the better part of an hour trying to get back to sleep. There WAS a cure for getting back to sleep in short order but I'd stare at the ceiling more often than not... most times.
These days? We sleep on the couch when we damned well please.
The weather has reached the point where it's warm enough to sit outside in a tee shirt and watch the sun go down without having to bundle up. There's no more hard-edged chill in the air as the sun sets and that's a great good thing. The bad news is my whiskey and cigar consumption tends to increase exponentially as the weather gets warmer. I normally only have one cigar a day during winter; yesterday I burned three, including two as we watched the sun go down, all while sipping three fingers o' Scotch... repeated a couple o' few times. The Scotch is prolly why it was so very easy to fall asleep on the couch, now that I think about it.
I'll prolly have to make my blog rounds twice today, what with having completed the first round already and noticing most of my reads haven't posted anythang new yet today. Which is a First-World problem now, innit? That said, having a do-over on the blog reading beats the HELL outta going to work.