I didn't get to sleep at all last night...
Isn't that the beginning of a 50's song?
Well it rings true for me this morning. It is 7:15 a.m. and I still haven't slept.
Bill got the new bed up, and I guess I'm just not used to it.
Bill, of course, slept like the living dead... Me? Not so much.
I don't think I know what my sleep comfort is. We have our own separate controls to help us with firmness and softness, and I just couldn't get it right apparently.
I slept less last night than I do in my motorhome, and THAT bed in the motorhome is THE most uncomfortable bed on the planet.
Oy vay! My eyelids feel like they have anvils on them!
I am going to have to try and sleep today.
I hate sleeping during the day.
Pay no attention to me... These are the rantings of a tired, cranky woman...
More later, If I'm awake.