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Pillow Talk

I've owned a total of two sleeping pillows my entire life. Well, actually three. I started my life with two pillows that I later had surgically conjoined, so I'm only counting them as one. I had that pillow for about 22 years. It was a good friend who saw me through childhood sleepovers, adolescence awkwardness, college fun and the first seven years of marriage. I had to replace it about 12 years ago. It was a sad day, and it was difficult to let go. The right time to say goodbye is often hard to determine. You don't want to let go too soon, when the pillow still has some comfortable sleeping nights left, but you also don't want to wait too long and make yourself and the pillow go through needless suffering. I think with pillow #1 I waited too long. But ah well, as the old saying goes, it's better to hang on to a pillow too tightly than to not hold on tightly enough. Or something like that. It sounds better in Chinese.

So anyway, the mercy-kill of pillow #1 led to the purchase of pillow #2, my current pillow. No offense to pillows, but pillow #2 never came close to the comfort of pillow #1. As a result, I haven't become anywhere near as attached. In fact, after only 12 short years, I think pillow #2 is ready to go to that big fluffy mattress in the sky. I'm getting tired of waking up with a stiff neck and a sore back. I mean seriously, if I'm going to have sore muscles, then it should be for a good reason like water skiing or stirring cookie dough a little too vigorously. I think I'll be ready for us to part ways sometime in December. So if you or any one you know is wondering what to buy me for Christmas, there's an idea.

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