Day 89

So happy "the princess" insisted we get a new mattress!  I slept like a rock last night.   But do rocks actually sleep?  And how did rocks become a benchmark for sleep?  I rather sleep like a baby!  Babies are adorable sleepers.  Though, considering how I wake up, I'm pretty sure "adorable" is not the adjective used for me when I  sleep.  When you sleep, you are "out like a light".  Who turns the light back on?  If it doesn't come back on, are you sleeping like a rock?  What if you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?  How did you get there?  If there is someone else in bed with you, where does that guy go?  Do you just crawl over them into their space?  I guess, considering what an acrobatic sleeper Kendall can be, that may be possible.  But I've never found myself on any side of the bed but my own!  What if you wake up happy as a clam?  Are clams happy?  What if all this time we have been giving clams way too much credit for being the pinnacle of happiness?  Does that make our former happy selves less happy?

So much to think about!  Headed out for a run, then training my mother on the finer points of being at everyone's beck and call while Dave & I entertain a ship full of passengers and hit the highlights of Spain!

XOXO
Day 89 - Check (pretty soon!)