It's bedtime at Healthy Back

Yes. You are correct. What you are seeing is a Kodak moment of me and Karl, getting ready for bed, at the Healthy Back Store. As a story assignment, we spent the entire night trying out beds - because really, how can you buy a bed without testing it out first?

This was our first offering of the night, the P1 BackTex, which was, Goldilocks, way too hard. So, with a travel alarm set to go off every 90 minutes, we bed hopped (which was more like a Bataan Death March) around the store.

To learn about the winning bed, you'll have to read the June issue of Washingtonian magazine.

To learn what happens when Karl does not get a good night's sleep, please read the post before this one, where he gets into a street brawl.

Pleasant dreams.

I am nothing

without my book. I had said that I was done blogging about Up for Renewal, but have you noticed what's happened? I just stopped blogging entirely. Am I nothing without my book?

Of course not. But in order to keep this blog up (which I need to, ironically, to keep interest up in the book) I have to redefine what this blog is all about.

I had considered renaming it "Five Finger Day" and document how many times I felt like giving the middle finger to someone. For example, last Thursday, Karl got into an almost-street brawl with an eye-bulging, Jeep-driving, lunatic. He was defending my honor, since the eye-bulger had nearly mowed me down the previous week as I was crossing P Street. He also called me the C word. So when he started yelling at Karl for driving to close to his car door and I recognized him as being the C-word thrower, Karl pulled over on 27th Street and flew out of his car and just went all Tourette Syndrome on him - yelling stuff about this guy sucking puppies dicks, amongst other nonsensical insults.

I, of course, called the guy the C word, which caused the bulger to fly into even more of a rage. It was horribly misguided and I'm embarrassed to report it all here - but this is an example of a five-fingered day.

But, really, how flattering of a light does this really cast me in. Is the alternative to keeping an online journal about a really exciting time in my life with this book really writing about how many times a day I want to flip the bird?

There has to be a happy medium.