A couple of nights ago I woke up around 1:30 a.m. and couldn't go back to sleep. Two things were keeping me awake. One, I could not stop thinking that Martin was going to landslide down into the deep end of our pool while inside the tractor he is using to fill it with dirt; and two, I couldn't remember the name of the University in London. I know! I'm a total weirdo! However, I eventually recalled the name of the University around 2:45 a.m. and was able to put that particular thought out of my mind. Kooky. But, the landslide visions continued to haunt me. When Martin got up I questioned him about the possibility of sliding into the deep end of the pool. He tried to assure me that it was an impossibility, however, physics seemed to play a bigger part in my brain than Martin's assurance. I simply could not let it go, but had to live with the fact that Martin was going to fill the pool with loose Earth in his own way. And you know what? He successfully filled the pool, in his way, without incident. What can I say? I'm a worry wort.

And, in case you are as slow as I am, the University is Oxford.