It was not a good night at all. I will be groggy all day.
The left leg was not happy, I could not get to sleep so I was not happy. I finally nodded off and had some weird dream about a family death, wake, whatever, and my mother was behaving like a fishwife in a hotel or apartment hallway. Then I was awake forever, brooding over a situation, and slept fitfully the rest of the night, When I woke I was dreaming about a Michel Tremblay play.