One of the reasons I’d make a great robot is I dislike sleep. I woke at 8:30am today, three hours past my normal time, angry. A chunk of my day was gone and I wouldn’t be able to get it back.
I live with people who love sleep. These four women, my wife and three daughters, worship their slumber. Since being dead to the world for eight-plus hours is important to them, I watch their rest. They don’t know this, but I admire their dream time by singing The Beatles’ Golden Slumbers and counting the ways I love them.
This is my personal response to my friend Velvet’s 100 words for the word “SLUMBER” at http://www.velvetverbosity.com/
Today’s song is obvious. I used to sing this to my now 8-year-old daughter when she was a baby. Now, all of my women get this Beatles lullaby. Here’s Golden Slumbers from The Abbey Road album. Take it away, Paul.