I'm staying at the Marriott in Dallas. After a long flight and a long planning meeting I stepped out onto my patio to clear my head before bed and spent the next few minutes jockeying with a cockroach for the upper hand. I couldn't help but ask the question, if a cockroach made it all the way up to the 16th floor balcony, couldn't he also be clever enough to find a way into my room and crawl down my throat when I reach REM and start mouth breathing?
As a result I slept with my head burrowed under covers. Woke up with the morning sweats. I REALLY hate the roach. REALLY.