Hey Mister Can You Tell Me Where A Man Might Find A Bed?

It has been a while since we last posted a message. The problems have been many-fold.

First, we have been spending an inordinate amount of time denying that we have N1H1 or whatever they call the swine flu lately. Actually the whole thing is total hype as we are learning. But tell anyone you have been to Mexico and out come the face masks.

Then, work has taken up quite a bit. Kimberly is busy with her yoga. This week she is meeting with the women's club at the golf course to offer them yoga for golfers. This is a new concept here and she is at the helm. We shall see.

But mostly, the problem is that we have both been sleeping many more hours than usual, not due to N1H1 by the way.

For years and years, Kimberly has had problems sleeping well. Perhaps some of us snore too loud, but that has always been in debate. I don't think It is me; I think she just dreams I am snoring.

She has tried earplugs, pills, warm milk, a spendy sleep therapist, separate sleep chambers, blah, blah, blah.

Then along come our buddy Mike Kendall. Mike recently purchased a topper, not an actual mattress, from Costco. It is one of those Temperpedic knockoffs and instead of costing 5 grand, the memory foam topper costs a couple hundred bucks. Mike told us he never had a better sleep.

Sisters Mickey and Lauren already told us about the full blown Temperpedic mattress, but I have been way to frugal to lay down the ducats for something as unimportant as improving the way we spend 1/3 of our lives. But the topper sounder right down my alley.

On our trip back to Oakland, we bought one of these things and schlepped it back home on the plane.

Lo and Behold! It works!

It is totally more comfortable. Plus no back ache on awakening.

Then we added a wool blanket to fight the Winter cold and the coccoon was complete.

We have been going to bed at an average time of 9:30 and sleeping about 11 hours a night.

Give fleece a chance!