We didn't sleep well last night. I'm not sure if it was the Satay dinner or the strangely warm weather, but Julie and I spent many hours staring at the ceiling. At sometime around 4am, I was convinced that a natural disaster had occurred. My clock was still working, so I figured the electricity somehow survived. It was earily quiet and I could hear the distance roar of I-90. I resisted getting up to check the news. Thankfully there was no disaster. Just an annoying night of tossing.