I slept quite well last night. It's so rare, but I really appreciate it when it happens. I dreamed about a friend I haven't seen since I moved to NYC in 1979, and I have no idea where he is now. We last spoke to each other around 1990 when I called him at work to tell him I'd be coming back to Ohio for a week. We set a date to meet up and meet his new wife, the lady he was carrying on with behind his first wife's back. He would be around 76 if he's still alive. I can only hope he is and that he's healthy and comfortable.