Jed would have packed his pillow.
Let me indulge in a minor rant. I'm back from a business trip. Tired. Possibly cranky. Mainly tired. Despite all of the stuff I packed, I omitted the one item that would save me from the standard issue Marquis de Sade hotel pillows; those decorative behemoths that are about as comfortable as a watermelon. As I stared at the ceiling at two in the morning, self-recriminations abounded.
Why the reluctance to pack a pillow? Is there a hidden fear that subverted sensible packing? Did my ego worry that I would appear a tad Jed Clampettesque? Would the alert staff at the hotel front desk have taken one glance at my suitcase and say, "He has a pillow in there?"
So be it.
Next time, the pillow will be the first thing that gets packed.