I woke up at 4am to pee and I couldn't get back to sleep. I had had a bizarre dream about my sister Angela teaching Korean(?) orphans the fine art of making the perfect potato salad. Very strange... one could analyze this to death, but I choose not to.

I tossed and turned for the better part of an hour when I realized I was not alone in my tossing and turning. Ron was restless as well. Finally I asked "are you awake?" and Ron was and had been almost as long as I had. So there we were... 5am and awake.

That was nice.