Bed is awesome. I wish bed time was celebrated every night in the same fashion that it was when I was a kid. We'd put on our one-piece, long john style PJs (zipper in the back), march around, and the parents would sing some campy bed-time song that they made up.
Spending 9 hours in the 120 degree heat, with the constant unmerciful sun beating down on your neck messes with your mental health a bit, I think.
G'night chaps and chapesses.