Curtain Call

I woke up to internet again. Is this what terminal patients feel like every morning? Ah, a new day, full of promise... Is that insensitive to terminal patients, comparing free internet to the breath of life? To be fair, terminal patients probably aren't wasting their last days reading my blog anyway, and if they are, they know what they're getting into. I'm moving on.

Last night I bought curtains for our bedroom. I felt dumb about buying curtains, because I know I can sew some for a quarter of the cost, but I'm really overloaded on the DIY projects lately, and we were at the store buying the curtain rods anyway, so whatever. Besides, I have serious commitment issues on decorating this house, and I don't really believe I would make it through the act of measuring, buying, pinning, sewing, embellishing, and hanging without changing the fabric at least three times.

I went with plain ol' brown curtains. I wanted something dark, because every morning the sun lights the northern hemisphere from the headquarters of my bedroom. Good nonsense it's bright in there. Brown also seemed neutral enough. I think we're going to paint our room light blue or light green, which should look okay with the brown. This is boring you, I can feel it.

So the point is, I woke up this morning and looked at my new plain brown curtains, and for just a split moment I questioned whether I made the right choice. Too plain? Too brown? Too curtainy? But in the middle of second-guessing my design intuition, I realized that I felt oddly well-rested. And I look over at Harrison and he's resting peacefully. And I get up, and I look at the time, and I realize I got three extra hours of sleep. Thanks, new curtains. You're my favorite thing ever, and I will never question your presence again.