It’s 1:13 in the morning, why am I still up listening to Dave Winer’s Morning Coffee Notes?
The little guy has either an “end-of-summer cold” or the wind is kicking up stuff in the air irritating his sinuses. Whichever it is, I’m relegated to sleeping on the couch.
My spot on the bed is in the “zone-of-contamination”. If he is sick, I really don’t want to get it and since he’s sacked out on my pillows in a big puddle of baby drool…well…you get the idea.
So….the couch is just WAY too soft for my tastes. I may have to find a nice piece of concrete to sleep on.