Sleeping in a strange bed

I have slept on the ground under the stars, I have slept on the 26th floor of the Swissotel in Chicago. The place I enjoy sleeping in the most is my own bed.

Last night, we went to Lafayette so that we would not have to get up early and drive there in the morning to attend an event that started at 9am at Purdue.

I like traveling when I don't have to do all the driving, 'cause I find long boring drives, uh, boring.

So Kathy drives and I read, or look out the window, or write, or whatever I feel like. It works for us. Until it's time to sleep. That's when I miss my own home, bedroom, and pillows. Tonight I get my wish. ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz