The Married Person’s Bedside Table

This morning as I stumbled out of bed and was Braille-ing my way across my bedside table in hopes of finding my spectacles, I had this thought, “I don’t think a bedside table is supposed to look like this.”  Which, of course, got me to thinking.  Always a dangerous thing – deep thoughts before coffee or the morning voiding of one’s bladder.  Usually such thoughts just flit through my mind and are gone, but then I walked back to my bedside to rummage through the piles of dirty laundry for my slippers and I noticed my bedside table again.  Oh my.  I really need to do something about the state of that thing.

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