Silent Night, Violent Night

I went to Iowa for my nephew's high school graduation. I stayed at a motel after the ceremony. I slept for six hours without waking, something that has not happened to me in years. When I woke in the morning, all the blankets and sheets were lying on the floor. I do not recall any dreams, but I must have thrashed a lot. I was so tired the next day, it was as if I had not slept al all.

The only thing I did untoward before going to sleep was read a few pages of Heidegger's Being and Time. I think I'll take Winnie-the-Pooh with me next time I travel that way.