Bedtime

What’s wrong with me?  For that matter, what’s wrong with Missy?  We both like to sleep.  A lot.  Nothing beats a good nap, and I know we’re not alone.  I know many friends who feel the same way.  Now, we’re not quite as bad as the little girl in the photo… yet.  We’re on our way, though.

Missy’s on the verge of falling asleep next to me as I write this at 10 pm, watching a recently-passed Tim Conway tribute on Carol Burnett & Friends.  But I digress…

I can sleep anywhere.  In Army basic training I would sleep in an open field across the road from a machine gun range.  I’ve slept on the sidewalk outside a stadium the night before an all-day concert.  I’ve slept on the floor of a Greyhound bus on the way back from Grad Night at Disneyland.  You name it, I’ve slept there.  Not like George Washington, of course, but still…

The last skit had Tim Conway, Harvey Korman, Vicki Lawrence, and Bernadette Peters.  This next sketch has Tim, Harvey, and some random women.  Tim and Harvey are pick-up artists.  Harvey’s the smooth one.

But yes, I can sleep pretty much anywhere.  White noise?  Only helps.  Food coma?  Routine.  Music?  Yep.  i’LL… oops, hit the CapsLock key… there we go… I’ll go to bed in a few minutes and pretty much guaranteed I’ll be asleep within three minutes.  (I think Missy’s jealous of that.)  About the only place I don’t fall asleep is when I drive.  I can drive for hours, day or night, and am good.  And I love a good road trip!  (Can I get an “Amen!”, Eddie?)

Hopefully, it’s Mr Tudball and Mrs Wiggins next, so I can go to bed.