I’m on a mini-trip to a training class in San Francisco. Well, technically Millbrae, as I’m carless, but within a mile of the airport. And only 0.8 miles from one of two In-N-Out burger joints in Northern CA. (While fine, I’m afraid it didn’t live up to my classmates’ hype.) The class is cool, and I’ll write about that after I’ve returned.
What’s bugging me now is how poorly I sleep while traveling.
There’s nothing obviously wrong with the room. It’s apportioned with a cushy king-sized bed (larger, squeakless, and bereft of the aberrant springage of my queen-sized at home). There are a half-dozen pillows of varying squishiness. And the lead-lined curtains to hide all incoming light. I should theoretically be sleeping well: my spouse isn’t tossing and turning; the kids aren’t randomly coming into to check if we’re asleep, report an “accident,” ask for another story, or inquire about the rhythmic squeaking noises; and I don’t have access to my five-year backlog of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation episodes on the ReplayTV.
(Okay, CSI could be keeping me up if I think about all the, uh, traces that would be apparent if I had the optical scanning gadgetry or an eye for hairs.)
Anyone else have this problem? What’s the solution?