Strange Bedfellows

I gotta start off by saying that I am, without question, an idiot. A straight-up, hands-down, unadulterated, one-of-a-kind, unabashed, idiot. I make my bed now. Or, rather, I will make my bed for at least another month and then decide that it doesn't make my room look all that nice. And I'll get lazy. And so I'll stop. Well, Jill shamed me into it a bit last week by saying how she makes her bed every morning. So I started. In light of my laziness, sometimes I sleep with clothes on the bed. The pile begins small and then grows to a height that makes it impossible for me to enjoy my covers. Now that I make my bed, though, some articles tend to get lost on the side of the bed against the wall under my covers. When I got out of bed this morning, half-asleep, berating myself for going to bed at two a.m., I gave my blankets one big lift to cover everything up. (There's no way I'm doing any kind of special bed-making, replete with pillow treatement and tucked-in sheets.) Through the sleep in my eyes, I saw a small object chillin' up warmly against the wall. And why wouldn't it be warm? It's been under my blankets since Sunday afternoon. My wallet. There it was, receipts hanging out, in its black leather beauty. Credit cards cancelled, debit card no longer effective, new health insurance card on the way, and a California DMV form sent to me by a really mean lady. And not only did I get the $15 back in cash, I bought myself some more time till I have to get my New York driver's license..... A good morning, for sure.