4:44 a.m. Note the time. There I was sleeping soundly, maybe dreaming or not, when me left leg gripped me in such a leg cramp I have not visited for months and drew me whole body taut as a fiddle string. Oh, how I hate them. There's little I can do in such circumstance. It's been probably six or seven months since I had me last such seizure of me loin. There I was, laying next to me wife of several years, who was beginning to chug-snore between her sweet little inhal and exhalations, one little "huhnk" so plain I chose to concentrate upon it instead of me own dilemma as it were, wit' me left foot toes pointed toward Dulut' and me sweaty forehead--yah, for now I was in the dregs of normalcy withdrawl, me demons a ragin' wit' me mucular form agin me will and all that--pointed toward Crookston. I dint want to wake the woman, Lord I know she was tired from the weekend's festivities, but it was... 'ironic' perhaps, there I was me leg muscles ...