Sleeping in the van

Slept in the van again last night – a glorious habit of mine.  My M.O. seems to be:

1. When in a new city, sleep in my van. Screw luxury! …and besides, I like the amenities. 

2. Make friends in the new city, then crash at their place next time I’m in town (sometimes even with their approval!)

However… last night… aaaaahhhh!!! Talk about a bad night’s sleep. Too many reasons to mention.  OK I’ll mention a few: cold, rain snapping on the roof all night, cramped cause I didn’t unload my art, forgot my foamie mattress, and horrible nightmares.

So today I’m explaining to one of the artists at the show why I look like something the dog dragged home, and he tells me he has two beds in his hotel room. I’m writing this on a Sleep Number bed, with three fluffy pillows propping my back. Sometimes sweet luxury is a wonderful thing.

Shivering Palm Trees, Santa Monica, CA  during a break in the rain (02/22/08)