Many people have witnessed me talking gibberish – sometimes telling quasi-sensical stories in my sleep, but as of late this has been more the stuff of nightmares. For months I've woken up in terror screaming out loud from terrible dreams.
But last night was very different. I have only vague memories of Craig jostling me out of it to try and figure out what I was doubled over about, but no recollection whatsoever of what it was that I found so funny in my dream.
I take this is a very good sign that things are going well.