or naked, pretty much all the time. Oh, I can deal with Pajamas once in a while, but in the winter we either have cotton or flannel sheets, and since I sleep like an eggbeater, the added friction of the PJ’s causes the sheets to bundle up around me.

In conversation last night with Partner, he pointed out this trouble as well, since he also loves to tuck and wrap, and he says “Nothing quite like going to bed in PJ’s and waking up wrapped up like a mummy, dimly aware that 2/3 of your carcass is hanging off the bed an instant before you plummet face down into some present the dog left for you, unable to break your fall with your hands because they are cocooned in there with you.

Then I reminded him of the additional excitement of leveraging yourself to your feet only to have to do the Morticia Adams walk to the crapper so you could pee, and then you had to unwrap yourself so you COULD pee, and then come back and remake the bed, and get in it, now fully awake.

And nod off just in time to hear the alarm go off.