Last night I put my phone down and closed my eyes at about 11:15, and the next time I saw the clock it was like 5:30 a.m. This is the first time in—I don't even know how long—that I haven't woken up at least once overnight for one of any number of reasons: Himself snoring; I'm too hot; I'm too cold; my pillows have disarranged themselves and now my neck hurts; I have to pee; a butterfly flapped its wings in Peoria.

It is the strangest well-rested feeling. I don't really know what to do with it.