View from the comfy chair

One night after dinner, I was cocooned in my “Comfy Chair,” fully wrapped up like an Egyptian mummy with a warm throw blanket. The “carbo-load” from dinner was kicking in, and I was waiting for sleep to envelope my body.

The big screen was on, and it seemed that every time I was about to drift off to nap-land, a commercial would come on and irritate me enough to stop the “sandman” from doing his jo…