For the last few weeks, my sleep has been sporadic. If I can fall asleep within half an hour, I consider myself lucky. And on the rare nights when I sleep through without waking, I have vague memories of terrible and twisted dreams.

A few nights of this I might pass off as nothing, but several weeks is a bit much.

It’s not debilitating in any way but I’m certainly not as rested as I’d like. And I’m sure there are perfectly explainable reasons for the poor sleep — though maybe not the dreams.

But the last two nights, I slept like a rock.

And while this sudden change has no obvious correlation to anything in my waking life, I wholeheartedly accept it.