If only I could snooze like Lou. A few days ago in the wee hours, I got one of those leg cramps that levitates you off the bed. The only remedy I know of is to get out of bed and walk it off, so Lou and I left Buck warm and cozy. Once the cramp settled down, I took one sofa and Lou took the other. It was still false dawn, with a weak light from the wall of windows, but my brain had already shifted gear from sleep to mental furniture moving mode, also known as Restless Head Syndrome.