I slept well for about half the night. Then I had a dream about an actor, 10 years younger than I, with whom I had a really messed up romantic relationship between late 1979 and 1986 or so, when he moved to Los Angeles. The dream was quite weird; it took place in Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Middletown, Ohio, clearly many years later than 1986, but we were still around 23 and 33 or so. When I woke, it was 2:28am, Annabelle, Stella, and Thatch were all sleeping around me, and after I wept a bit for les temps perdus, I could not get back to sleep.