Oh, my back!

The Thinker spent another night on the couch and I woke up cold with just the cat cuddled up next to me. No, The Thinker is not in trouble. I’d much prefer him in the bed next to me, holding my hand as I dose off to sleep and there to snuggle up with on these cool fall mornings.

We’re not sure how it happened, but the mattress is shot. (Yes, we have theories. I'm sure you do too.) It’s not a little dip that’s uncomfortable; we’re talking a sink hole you may not be able to crawl out of in the morning. It started on The Thinker’s side and has managed to take over the entire bed. And like any other man in America, he didn’t save the warranty information.

Thankfully, he is going to purchase a new one today. The Thinker put it best this morning when he said, “I don’t want to be your roommate.” With him sleeping on the couch, which isn’t that much better, and me strategically lined up in the middle of the bed between the sink holes, it feels like we’re out of sync.

Who knew something as simple as sleeping next to one another could change things? At least, this is not permanent and The Thinker will again be complaining of me taking all the blankets and allowing the cat more space on the bed than what he has.