Okay, it happens every few years and it happened again. I peed the bed. I don’t know what time it was. Don’t even know it was night or day. I was belly down in the bed and it happened and woke up a little to realize what was happening and I got it to stop. Last time it happened, I actually got up to the bathroom to finish but I was so tired, I mumbled something like “oh fuck” and slid over to the other side of the bed and went back to sleep. I woke up at about 8 and made an emergency run to the bathroom (didn’t feel like wetting then). When I got back, I remembered something about that happening. I wasn’t sure if I dreamed it so I checked the sheets and yes, there was a huge spot there halfway down the bed. It was already dry. I said ‘fuck’ again and got ready for work. If I had known that I was going to pee the bed, I would have been wearing something. It would have been cool if I had been on my back. That way, the blankets get the wettest and the mattress stay dry; the cleanup is easier. But no, I direct injected into the mattress. Anyway, another trip this week. Reserved two nights for the nearby national forest. Be back on Tuesday in one week. I don’t dare get online next week out of privacy since I don’t have an encrypted proxy set up.