God has a name, and it is... whoever invented the Sleep Number Bed.
The Mexican slept like a ba-by all night--no tossing and turning, minimal allergy-induced snoring--and woke up a full 20 minutes before his alarm clock went off. I told him his sleep would be shorter and he'd wake up more refreshed with the Sleep Number Bed and he didn't believe me, so nyah-nyah, I'm right, he's wrong.
I didn't even feel him get out of bed this morning, meaning I didn't wake up when he did, which is the first time that's happened in the history of our coupling. And that maddening shock wave, trampoline effect I'd been forced to grow accustomed to? Totally gone.
I had a hard time crashing last night, but that has more to do with the big feature I'm working on for vita.mn than anything else. Despite the snoozefest I'm reading every night (not sayin' I could do better, just sayin' it's not doing anything for me), I can't seem to lull my brain to sleep very well this week.