All you insomniacs out there: I am doing your sleeping for you. I don't know whether it's the weather, or the exercise, or the being content, but I am doing exactly what my dear departed father used to fear: "sleeping my life away." If I get less than 9 hours' sleep at night, I take a nap. My accounting system works differently than his. According to my accounting system, every minute spent sleeping is a minute added to my life span. I guess my dad wanted an insomniac daughter. G_d works in mysterious ways.