Today I am grateful for sleep, preferable in 8-hour stretches. I like it all: the magic meanderings of dreamtime, the blissful relief of being unaware for hours, and the mystery of the body's night-time healing rituals. I am glad that thanks to a little blue pill, I can now sleep for eight hours at a time instead of four, five, or six. I wake, if not refreshed, at least not exhausted. Ah sleep.