The Question of the Night

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, I have this uncanny ability to make myself laugh at the stupidest things. One day, alone in the car, I had to pull off the interstate I was laughing so hard.

Yesterday I was traveling, so last night in the hotel room I was tossing and turning trying everything to get to some sleep. I never sleep well in hotels, at least for the first couple of nights. I had the television on. This usually puts me to sleep in minutes – but not in a hotel. I also tried reading in bed. While this rarely works, I was hoping it would. No such luck.

Then a question that would consume my thoughts, the question that would make me chuckle throughout the night, popped into my head. Why at five foot six do I always request a king size bed?

If you can’t sleep, you might as well laugh.