Reveling in the improvement(s). The difference between sleeping by yourself and with someone you like is like comparing walking on hands and/or knees and being limo'd. It's like when bargains were grabbed. You never promo coded your best bargains - you grabbed them. Nothing's changed. You ride the pillowed hand straps and if replenishment is called for, replenish, dude. The dykes in the sno-globe are yesterday's neck pillow but we gallantly afford them the space. There are no lesbians in Arrivederci Roma so they're mentioned here as an homage to spirit, quelling the myth that they're only good for their vicissitudes.

I cut and pasted this yesterday from a site I know not where - sorry to the author. Added it here because of the anxiety/geriatric implications:

Becoming more affluent may lower the risk of disease by lessening the sense of helplessness and allowing greater access to healthful resources like exercise, more nutritious foods and greater social support; people are not absolutely condemned by their upbringing. But the effects of early-life stress also seem to linger, unfavorably molding our nervous systems and possibly even accelerating the rate at which we age.

Keep moving. Celebrate success. Don't pour icewater on your head. Humpy Humpy sat on a wall probably because he didn't know any better especially about the bed that takes up the whole room on purpose. If you're happy and you know it humpy humpy.