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Today I am grateful for my own clock/radio and lamp. They have been my faithful bedside companions for many a year and yesterday they moved on to a new home. I have given them up, so my brothers can. Get up, that is. Since they moved back downstairs, it's hard for them to know what time it is in the morning. That means I, their personal walking alarm clock, get the distinct pleasure of awakening them.
I have decided to resign from that career and let the ingenious clock/alarm/radio do its job.
Unfortunately, that leaves me hard up for knowing what time it is, getting up at a reasonable time, or reading at night (because the other lamp in my room gives off about 27 watts of light)
I walk into my room and instantly glance to see what time it is. I come with hand half raised to stick under the lamp shade and turn the light on. I jump in bed, and lean over to turn the radio on.
All in vain.
My to-purchase-at-thrift-store list just got some new items.
Do you have a clock, radio, or alarm in your bedroom? Could you live without it?