I therefore proposed that a couple of rounds of Scrabble would be the very thing, even though I don’t think I’d ever actually played before. I’ve never been much of a game- or card-player except out of necessity, such as back when I was in high school during the era when it was okay to go out to the movies with your girl friends on Friday night but not Saturday night, as, according to the strict social mores of the day, Saturday night was reserved for couples. Thus we dateless girls were constrained to spending our Saturday nights at each others’ houses listening to records, watching “Saturday Night At The Movies” on TV or playing cards or board games.
And so, though I spent manys the Saturday night ensconced in games of 500 Rummy, Monopoly, Clue and Parchesi, Scrabble for some reason was never among our games of choice.
But, as my mom enjoyed playing Scrabble, I was willing to give it a try, and Tom said he’d join us, too.
But never mind, after several rounds of laissez-faire Scrabble I felt so relaxed and stress-free that I had to take a nap, during which I fell into a deep, restful, refreshing sleep.
I think I might have just discovered a cure for my insomnia.