Sleeping has always found a nice place in my heart. My father took a Polaroid of me when I was thirteen, maybe. I had just woken up, at about 2:00 in the afternoon, and told him that I had just had the best sleep of my life. I have this rockin' pony tail and this glazed look in my eyes that would make you think I had just discovered dope. The truth is that I may have discovered dope already, but I had not discovered that other kids got paid a thing called an allowance for domestic tasks like mowing the lawn... or the neighbor's lawn. This being the case I was not high and wouldn't get high for another year or so when I discovered someone to exchange grass for a meager sum.
But please stay with me, gentle reader, as I digress.
What I wanted to mention is that I had two nights in a row over the weekend when I slept for 14 uninterrupted hours. It helps that the French put shutters on every window they have and give this sense of importance to them as though all of your organs will be stolen from your body if you don't shut all the shutters. Thus, you sleep in complete darkness. Which is bad if you have an early morning rendez-vous (if you will), but great if you have just had three days of activity following a 30 hour day of traveling and could really use some rest. It may have been the best sleep I have ever had! ( a quick note: the pillows DO suck! and my matress is kind of like a hammock, but that did not matter until Monday morning-ish when I tried to walk more than a block... but they were French blocks, so it wasn't very far)
With that I leave you. Get jealous. or just hole yourself in a basement room with a small piece of old foam rubber as a pillow and an old hammock and live the sweet life!
- Patrick
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