I didn't check the clock, but it must have been somewhere between midnight and 3 am when my aging and brittle bladder prompted me awake and set me on a path to the bathroom.

Since the distance is the same either way, I opted for the route that goes from my side of the bed, out the doors to the balcony, down a bit, then makes a left at the glass door to the bathroom ... the one that lets me look out over the sea whenever I get those few moments to luxuriate in the bath (When was the last time that happened?) ... rather than the path that could disturb Mark.

Since this has become a nightly routine, no matter what steps I take to prevent the interruption in my sleep, I don't usually... more