Belleair Diary -- First Night

I believe that some crackerjack bed salesman went along the Gulf Coast of Florida some years back, and convinced all the timeshare groups that these beds were the best thing since space flight:

Yes, it looks like it's about four feet off the ground because it is.  First time I encountered a bed I needed a stepladder to climb onto was two years ago, in Destin, Florida:

My current mattress was probably slightly lower to the ground just by virtue of sagging.  So I was lucky there.  The pillows were hard, but not like one big cinderblock, more like a bag of smashed cinderblock.

Anyway, that plus a body whose parts were aching due to the drive and the fact that it just hadn't been working well lately contributed to many poorly executed attempts to toss and turn.

At some point I moved it out to the sofa, which was lower to the ground, softer and shorter.  Need I say more?

So, back to the bedroom.  For entertainment, I tried to picture all the old people (I'm not old, I just feel that way) trying to climb up into the bed over the years since that salesman made his killing.

And thankfully, eventually, the first night was over.