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.