Holy crap it's June 18!  How much have I missed, about two weeks?!  Not that all of me was completely gone, just *this* aware part of me was.  I think I did have the vague sense of protesting that I should wake of and DO something only to be overcome by sleepy contentedness before I was out of it.  Not that I don't know that things have been done- new haircut for example- I'm just a bit miffed that it wasn't me.  Because things always need to be done!  We're all in a rat race of urgency . . . oh, maybe not.  There is this annoying sense of missing out on my life though.