PLANS WELL MADE
It’s somewhere between 4 and 5am and we’re camping. Actually we’re staging ourselves for an early arrival to the Wheatland Music festival that starts tomorrow and we’re on Take #9 of trying to beat the morning queue. We rented the same reliable 35’ trailer we’ve used for a few years (which we now consider ours) and we headed out one night early; a cunning plan to be up and out at dawn. At 9pm we slithered into a nearby family owned campground about 40 minutes from our house and didn’t even unhook the trailer from the truck. Drop anchor, sleep.
DISRUPTED & SURRENDERED
Now, it might have been the 3:00am text DING from my west coast college kid, that lead to the manic mind that wouldn’t turn off, that helped me to realize that this bed is incredibly not comfortable. But whatever it was, I finally relinquished control of my ability to sleep, and ever-so-lightly snuck out of the bed ”room,” so as not to disturb my strong husband. I grabbed my mac and slid-closed the door, finding a fleece to wrap myself in while I dumped out my garbage brain into the waiting word doc.
My stealth departure didn’t work. The wobble of the trailer signaled that I was unsuccessful in not bothering Steve and he appeared, chuckling about my open laptop, lighting the whole combo-kitchen-living room. 
This behavior is usually reserved for his nighttime wanderings.
We delight in our mutual resignation to insomnia and we lap-top together, laughing. Suddenly we realize: it’s the Sammons version of camping in the backyard.:)