I can now leave behind temporary slumber sites like my couch, and go back to my regular bed.
My father visited me this past weekend. There was a national conservation conference in Colorado (inadvertent alliteration) and he budgeted in the time to make a western detour on the way back to Missouri.
Technically, I don’t have a guest bedroom in my downstairs apartment. However, whenever I’ve treated visitors, I’ve always taken the couch and let the newcomers take over my bedroom. I’m nice that way.
Anyway, after a couple nights on the couch, interspersed by an overnight campout in the Grand Teton National Park, I got to return to a real full-sized mattress.
The sacrifices one makes for company.
