There was a steadfast rule in the Truman and Himmelreich houses preventing Clancy and I from sleeping together when we visited our respective parents. I don’t think anybody held any illusions about anything, but there are appearances and respect and all that jazz. Which was perfectly fine with us.

I’ve been sleeping on the couch since we arrived at my parents house. Not because of any parental dictate, but because the bed that they would have us sleeping on is one of those t-something beds (trundle?) and when it’s “out” it’s actually two beds up against one another. So when we’re sleeping in the same room, we might as well be in different beds.

Also, I find that as part of my TV watching tradition, falling asleep while watching TV is also something that I like to do. We don’t have a bonafide TV in our bedroom in Cascadia. I have a Pocket PC that I watch stuff on, but it’s not quite the same. I have to turn it off when Clancy goes to bed because she doesn’t like noise when she sleeps. And honestly, I don’t want to lose my place in whatever it is that I’m watching. Since the point of watching stuff down here is to be more careless and free, it’s less an issue. If I fall asleep, I fall asleep. I can easily find where I was on the DVR if I want.

So the result is that I fall asleep on the couch. When my folks get up at six in the morning, I then move to the bedroom and finish my sleeping there. Right now it works in a blast-from-the-past sort of way since I did this so often when I was younger, but I’m looking forward to making our way to her folks’ place in Beyreuth where we will have a single bed to sleep in.