View from the North 40: My life has come to this, folks

I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable by bragging about what went on in my bedroom earlier this week, or jealous of my under-the-covers escapades, but I feel the strong need to overshare: Tuesday night, I slept for six whole hours.

That’s right, count ’em, six (6!) — six continuous, glorious, uninterrupted, peaceful, solid, sound hours of sleep. No getting up for the 3 a.m. potty break or just to move around, no waking up to roll over, no feline in my face requesting petting, no canine asking for door opening services to the outdoor loo, no horses whinnying, no husband snoring, no feet too...