When I get up in the morning, I always have this one moment of indecision; Get down from which side of the bed?
Having developed no regular habit on this, I go either one way or other randomly, and what usually happens would be that my slippers would be in the other side of the bed, and I would walk around the cot to wear them.
Why am I recording this in the blog? Long time ago, I was having a discussion with a friend of mine who claims to be a conformed antagonist of the institution of marriage. One of her arguments was,” The first freedom you loose when you marry is the freedom to get down from both sides of your bed”.
I would rather like if I had no choice in this, than that one millisecond of incertitude.