Slept Like a Rock!

No insomnia last night. I fell asleep somewhere between peeling back the covers and reaching over to set my alarm clock. (Fortunately, I woke before the designated-but-unset alarm time. Apparently, I have successfully adjusted to DST.)

But the night's slumber was as solid as Gibralter, uninterrupted by memorable dreams, philosophical meanderings, or questions about the meaning of the Universe. I slept like a rock.

Hmmm. Come to think of it, I do many things in rocklike fashion. I run like a rock. I have the wit and charm of a rock. And my intellectual processes certainly move at geologic speeds. (Fortunately, I swim slightly better than a rock; otherwise my racing career would've been extremely short.)

I suppose, though, that I'm more like a sedimentary rock than an igneous one. I am made up of many layers, some of which probably contain fossilized trilobites and coelacanths. Other layers consist of decomposing VHS tapes, discarded 1920s theramin components, and smelly sweatsocks. But I'd rather be layered rock than something all mushy and formless, like Rosie O'Donnell.

Of course, there are many kinds of rock beyond the stuff they used to build Stonehenge. There's Rock and Roll, Rock Hudson, and Dash Riprock. You could have a bad day at Black Rock, enjoy the Colorado Rockies, or even partake of some rock lobster. And if that's not enough, there is also a gigantic mythological bird known as a Roc (see video below.)

None of those have anything to do with sleeping well, though, so I guess I'll just drop the subject and move on. I expect to sleep well again tonight, and perhaps get enough rest so that I'll have something interesting to say tomorrow.

Or not. Either way, have a great day (and a great night!)