A time for everything.

It's late and I can't sleep because the couch isn't as comfortable as my bed and I suppose it shouldn't really have to be. It is a couch after all. Beds were made for sleeping, but my bed has been taken over by a moaning groaning germ infested monster a.k.a my husband. While I have all the sympathy in the world for him, it ends there. I don't want to share in his sickness so I have declared our bedroom off limits to anyone not wearing the proper protective gear and armed with disinfectant spray. Since it is impossible to sleep comfortably in protective gear while holding disinfectant spray, I'm sleeping on the couch.