It's rough going-- can you make it?

Spending a week doing dissertation research from dawn to dusk is grueling, there's no doubt about it. In this case, it's complicated by the fact that we're sleeping in a full-sized bed. WOE. That makes for a lot of tossing and turning, bizarro dreams, all mixed with sleepless nights, shaken not stirred. Last night I just couldn't get comfortable. I was tossing and turning all night and I know for a fact that it was interrupting John's sleep because at one point he actually said, "I'm trying to sleep over here!" Oh, me too. Me too. I've got one more day of research at the Library of Congress, and although I'm looking forward to being done, I'm feeling more than a little stressed by the fact that this is likely to be my last-ever research trip here, so no pressure or anything. We're headed home Wednesday and honestly, I can't wait to do some laundry, sleep in my own bed, and see my dog. Is there anything better than life's creature comforts?