Okay, so we didn’t get up at 8:00am as planned. Hell, we saw 9:00am coming straight at us; we basically moved aside and let it go ahead of us in the 10 Items or Less line. The only reason why either of us could form a coherent sentence by 10:00am was due to my mother calling. However, I did manage to get my ass out of bed by 10:30, so the day’s not a complete loss. Cin, on the other hand, feels like crap (which is code in our relationship for “I really don’t want to get out of bed this morning” - it’s okay, we both know what it really means and we don’t bag on each other too hard for it).
I credit all of this to our W.M.D. - our Weapon of Massive Dozing aka - the Purple People Sleeper. A few years back when Cin and I moved into Coal Harbour for the second time, we went on a bit of a bender and insisted on painting and decorating everything in purple. The walls were a nice light tint, the concrete support columns of the building that ran through our bedroom and den were a deep lovely purple, our couch cover was purple, and our sheets were purple. Out of all of that, only the sheets remain (the couch cover is still around, but it knows it’s time is nigh and is demonstrating it’s nihilism by rapidly falling apart). The sheets were purchased at a lovely little store on West 4th called, quite simply, Bed. They are the softest, most comfortable, welcoming, cozy, enveloping, melt-your-cares-and-worries-away-in-me sheets I’ve ever slept on, and as they get older and more worn, the softer and more comfortable they are. The best part is that the cats are completely enamoured with them as well; when we go through our traditional Summer to Fall change in our condo and the clean crisp white sheets are retired to the upper storage over our bed, once the purple sheets are revealed the FurKids start doing this wriggly little dance of anticipatory joy. They really are like little versions of us.
However, sadly, the sheets have been darned enough times now that we are starting to have to consider replacing the Purple People Sleeper. This is a sad time for us; once the Spring Equinox rolls around, I have a feeling they will be retired - more than likely donated to a local no-kill shelter so a little abandoned kitten or puppy will have something warm and cozy to wrap around themselves while they contemplate this tough, cruel world. Really, that’s the whole reason for the PPS, and so far this morning, it’s done it’s job well. Granville Island can wait; the lovely moments on the bed with Cin and our two little furballs are the memories that stick around for a long, long time.
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