The problem with my bed

It is so damn hard to get up in the morning. I love my bed. It has a duck down feather blanket and the bed was the third most expensive bed they had at the store. It is really nice.

To top it all off, Darryl snuggles up to me. Isadora snuggles up to me. The cats lie on me.

I generate a lot of heat. On cold nights, everyone gravitates to me.

Which I love. But it makes it so hard to get up.

Especially when NPR is on. Everyone has such a soothing voice on NPR.

"Tell me about this literary character of yours. How do you see him in a post modernist Poland?"

As opposed to AM radio...

"THE LIBERAL GAY HIPPIES ARE EATING OUR CHILDREN!!!"

Maybe I should listen to AM radio more.