GI failure (eventually resolved successfully) prevented me from zonking out as early as planned, but I did make eight hours of solid sleep followed by another 45 minutes of semisolid sleep. I had an extended dream about spending time in an open-source village that was sort of a cross between Ruritania and the Prisoner's resort, but then Krissy Scalzi took me back to scalzi's rural Ohio compound to meet with the Great Man. I don't think her dream-self liked my dream-self very much, because she made me wait in the basement, which was seriously dusty and spiderwebbed. scalzi wasn't around, so I set to writing whilst idling in the bowels of his home. He finally showed up as I woke up, announcing it was just in time for the Lesbian-Zombie War to begin.
Yes, I slept well. How about you?