Two nights of un-sleep. Toss, turn. "Why does my heat pump sound funny?" Toss, turn. "Perry, stop walking on my head!" Toss, turn. "Ow. Why does my bum shoulder have to be on the side I sleep on?" Toss, turn. Humph. The upside being that I have all-night duty at the homeless shelter tonight and trying to sleep on an inflatable mattress amongst a chorus of snores, farts, flailing, and sleep-talking/shouting won't be any worse by comparison.