Comfort

Well its almost 6 am and I have already been up for two hours. I checked my mail and played many games of on line poker to pass the time. I havent slept well all week and I equate it all to comfort. Dont get me wrong to room I have is comfortable. It just not MY comfortable. At home we have a king size bed thats pillow topped, individually pocketed coils, sleep on a cloud, theres an MMA match going on on the other half of the bed and I cant feel the movement on my side of the bed comfortable. So the bed I have, while adequate, isnt MY bed. The pillows arent MY pillows. You get my drift.
As I age I find that my comforts are important. Its comforting to be with your "stuff". Its comforting to be able to have a coffee when you feel like it that doesnt involve a logistical planning exercise to get one. It comforting to have all the things around you that make you feel like you are at home.
When I was in the army one of my old Sgts told me that anyone can be uncomfortable in the field, its all a matter of not doing anything to make yourself comfortable. While I am not uncomfortable right now theres just something missing. And to me thats all the stuff that makes me feel comfort. I guess when you get older comfort is more a psychological than physiological feeling.
I got to see Tina tonight also. I got the nickel tour of her workplace after which we went to supper and had a good gab for a couple of hours. The whole thing was way too short but I didnt have a car and the logistical nightmare of getting around town popped up. So after supper I put her on the bus home and I grabbed a cab back to the base. But in the outcome it was great to see her and shes got jam now:)
She's always Jonesing for her mommas jam.