This morning, Renée told me that I was singing in my sleep.  I actually remember it a little bit.  Around 3:30am I remember searching through the iTunes library in my head for something to listen to, and I found a song and started singing along to it.

Well, apparently Renée didn’t like that I was singing, as it had disturbed her slumber, so she quietly and politely “shushed” me back to sleep, where I just basically stopped singing, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

P.S. And I’m thankful… sleep is a precious commodity for us these days!