My strong suspicion for the current condition of my being, would be an affirmation of my wife's nearly daily mantra: "We need a new bed." Her reasoning is pretty sound...old lumpy mattress and box spring, restless and uncomfortable nights, mornings of aches, pains, and rampant grumpiness. Usually I'll just mutter "Umm...yeah...new bed", because seriously, I've experienced morning aches, pains, and rampant grumpiness for most of my waking life and I'd expect that to remain even waking up on a brand new Serta. I'm not a morning person. My bones don't like mornings. My wake/sleep cycle tells me to go to bed at about 2:30-3:30 in the morning and get up-not necessarily happy and unrampantly grumpy-about six or seven hours later.
Last night, however, my computer and Photoshop froze up one too many times so I decided that was a sign to go to bed early (11:30pm) and look forward to a fresh start in the morning. That'll teach me put any faith in abstract signs like that. My biggest problem wasn't so much that I couldn't fall asleep, it was what was keeping me up...Spring sounds. Not the birdies chirping, kids laughing, power mowers droning spring sounds, but the mattress spring variety.
Just about ever time I moved more than an inch, there was a following "boing," spwanggg," or "nunnggn" sound, usually accompanied by a none-too-gentle poke from the "boing," spwanggg," or "nunnggn" area. If that wasn't a recipe for being awake most of the night and rampant morning grumpiness I don't know what is. Obviously, a new mattress/box spring is the order of the day. I know I'm still a bit groggy and out of sorts, but they're only about $100 for the pair...right?
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