We’re hitting the edge of summer. We can’t sleep with a window open all night because the temperature drops into the forties and the blanket we’ve been using is a tad too heavy. It’ll work toward the time when we really wish we could climb between 1,000 count cotton sheets butt naked and wander into the arms of Morpheus. We won’t because deep down in our brains we’re worried about one of the kids or a roommate seeing us making a bathroom run in the buff. I worry about that now that I’m in my sixties. In my thirties not so much. The body was different and there were other reasons for the lack of sleepwear. A girlfriend who enjoyed sleep as much as…