Sleeping around

An idea eased itself into my mind recently, as I was walking the streets with my friend the other day. I was thinking, hey, wouldn't it be nice to bring a rug along wherever I went? That way, if I ever felt tired from all that walking, I'd just find a nice shady little spot to lay my rug under a tree, below a bridge or across a bench... and then read / nap the afternoon away on it.

My friend smiled but did not comment. Besides being a wonderful person who always plays along, she's also a very polite and considerate person, so I never found out how that idea sounded to someone other than myself. Weirdos never think they're weird. Have I merely spent one too many late nights? Or is the the beginning of the slow inexorable descent into the eccentricity of people who spend too much time on their own?