Like sleeping on a cloud

When there is sickness at home, the bed seems to take on a different vibe. It becomes a place you want to avoid, and so often the couch turns into a place of rest. Why is that? With all the food poisoning drama at home, the couch has definitely become an island. A place to eat, sleep, watch movies and write email. Sort of like a small country more than an island, when I think about it.

I remember years ago when reading Tuesdays with Morrie, he said, "When you're in bed, you're dead." I have always thought of this, and how it's never made sense to me. If anything, our lives are so busy, I feel like I don't get enough time in my bed. And it's a really nice bed people -- one of the Heavenly Beds that the Hyatt uses. We rarely allow ourselves to sleep late or sleep in anymore, instead rushing to do errands, take care of projects or spend time out in the world. I cherish my time in bed, and would be happy to have more of it.

That being said, things just became a little more enticing. Max finally agreed to my request of a new duvet, one that actually fits our enormous Cal King mattress. One that gently falls over both sides of the mattress, nearly reaching the floor, instead of just making it to the edges on top. I know that in the grand scheme of things, this is very unimportant, but it's small gestures like this that make me feel better. (can you say OCD?)

My parents sent us new sheets as a gift, and Max ordered a duvet cover, since our old ones wouldn't fit. And everything arrived yesterday. So last night we slept on all these new high thread-count linens. And this morning I practically had to drag Max out of bed by his feet. It was that snuggly. In fact, I would go so far as to say it was like a religious experience. I had amazing dreams, and slept like a baby.

And as I sat on the couch to pull on my socks and shoes, Max yelled from the shower that this could be the demise of his professional academic career.