So you know how you can buy a package of sponges at the store. And you get one home and you put it in water and it blows up to like 10 times its original size?
Now imagine that, only with a tiny dog on a double bed.
Yes, I said double. The temporary apartment has a tiny little double bed. And in the tiny little double bed is Ed-the-flopper and Trevor-the-sprawler. And me.
If we all think back, Ed and I bought a new Cal King (a little bigger than a regular King) for the desert because we couldn’t take the queen size in the desert for even 2 nights every third week. Image how much sleep we are getting in the humid confines of the temporary housing with the air conditioner running, the flopper flopping and the little dog deciding in the middle of the night that the pillow looks much nicer than the foot of the bed.
Ahh… then I sleep in and work from home as Eddie heads off in the subway (or as we like to think of it, the traveling Turkish steam bath – it seems so much more exotic that way).