I spent the night last night at the Sternbergs's home. We had stayed up late watching a MST3K tape, and then rather than drive home, I slept on the futon in their front room. I've slept there a bunch of times. It was a good sleep, mostly deep and dreamless. Mostly. A powerful but poorly imaged erotic dream woke me once.
After breakfast, I took my leave, and came home. Leaving my shoulderbag at their place. Crap. Well, I'll go back tomorrow and get it.
And then I wasted the rest of the day.