An hour ago I was jolted awake from a series of nightmares and have not been able to go back to sleep . . . unfortunately my fragile unconscious mind had decided to mosey on back down to Skeleton Town. In the darkness, slicked in a cold sweat, I despaired when I remembered I had left all my Trazodone back in Berlin, so now I’m on my own. There is no nuclear option available to me. What I need right now is an elephant tranquilizer in a major artery and eight hours of dark and dreamless sleep. But of course I’m sure I’ll still be lying on my back in agony as the sun rises over Seattle. Certainly there are worse fates (I have endured countless of them), but then I guess you could say that about pretty much anything . . .