Socks

 I wear socks when my feet are cold. I  wear them to bed sometimes when my feet are cold.  But I can not sleep with socks on my feet. After I'm in bed for a while, and my feet warm up, I have to take the socks off. Of course I don't want to get out of bed to remove my socks, so I slide them off using the opposite foot. Sometimes to do do is  easier than other times, but usually success is achieved without a struggle. Last night is the last time I will wear the blue socks, one of which is pictured above. They have to be the tightest socks I have ever attempted to remove from a prone position. I tried the usual strategy, which has always before worked. But not last night; the socks defied every ordinary attempt. Determined not to get out of bed, I had to contort myself into a position where I could reach my feet with my hands in order to strip the socks off my feet. My struggle to do so was way more time consuming and difficult than that of the handcuffed woman in Michigan who slipped through the window of a police car. I don't admire her for whatever crime she committed, but she landed on her feet and was able to take off running. Kudos for that.