Lessons from Trains

I hate making up my bed. I think it is the most pointless act known to mankind. I used to say, "I will do all of the other house work in my home if my wife will just not have me make up the bed!" Lately I've been having company over more often in my apartment so the making of my bed has happened much more frequently. As I made the bed this morning it hit me that, I only have to make up one side of my bed each morning on account that I am a relatively heavy sleeper so I don't squirm much, which leaves one side of my bed relatively untouched.
I think I would like very much to make up my bed each morning, if only I were making up both sides. I know this has nothing to do with trains, but this is just one of the lessons I'm learning in a relationship in which late nights with trains passing by are surpassingly important. =)