Sleeping in the wet spot by Mr. Banana Hammock (not Omari)

Yay. Channeling Omari yet again...

So thankfully the air conditioning is back on in my Adams Morgan compound and sleeping was much easier than the night before, although for some reason I couldn’t get the DVD player to work in my bedroom. I was going to watch Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope. I bought the box set off Amazon a couple of weeks ago and to my surprise there were not one, but two, copies of Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope in the little plastic thingy that DVDs snap nicely into. So basically I could have the movie playing nearly simultaneously in both my bedroom and in my living room. I say nearly because I would have to run to each room to turn the machine on and there would be a slight lag of a couple of seconds.

Anyway, I woke up in the middle of the night and took a long drink from a glass of water that I had on the night stand. While I was holding the glass of water I fell asleep again dropping the nearly full glass of water all over me and my bed. I instantly woke up again, toweled off as I was sleeping nude, and tried to fall back asleep. But it was hard. There was no escaping the wet spot. I began to muse on Omari’s musing about water and that ultimately, we all came from water and we all are water. And that while water may carry the current of life, it isn’t a whole lot of fun trying to fall asleep on a water soaked bed.

My thoughts began to turn to Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope. Tatooine was largely a waterless planet. Luke’s aunt and uncle were moisture farmers. And here I was trying to go back to sleep on what might be a gold-mine for them. I was vexed by the wet spot but I could not escape the irony.