We sprung a leak, Interpeeps.
I woke up early Friday morning to find the lower half of my body damp to partly wet. And no, this had nothing to do with my need for Depends or any other such undergarment in my dotage.
It had to do with our waterbed.
And that leak, my friends, ended an era here in this household. We've been sleeping on one form or another of a waterbed since 1981. We've been through free-flow, soft-side, semi-waveless, and almost every other kind you can think of during that period of time. We've fought over whether or not to have a heater (yes, from 1981 until 1990), discussed whether or not to go from a free-flow to a semi-waveless (yes), and finally decided we were tired of waking up wet.
It was, so to speak, the pin that burst our water balloon.
The new bed was delivered today. It has a pillow top approximately eighty-two inches thick. We have been told it will be similar to sleeping on a cloud. This seems to be a true statement as we now have a ladder set up next to the bed in order to get into it. Hubster is already complaining that he won't be able to put his shoes on while sitting on the side of the bed anymore. I'm afraid of breaking a bone (or my head) if I accidentally roll off in the middle of the night or get up to go to the bathroom.
It will be an interesting somnolent experience.
That is, if we get the chance to somnolize at all. Breaking in a bed can be hard work.
But at least we won't have to tread water to do it.