About a half an hour after we went to bed I awakened in a fit of reflux coughing and knew I would need to relocate for the night to respect Viv’s sleep needs. About an hour later I’m snug in the collapsible hammock under a couple blankets on the rear deck.

In lying here grumbling at my biology it strikes me that I cannot ever remember actually sleeping in an environment where I can directly see the sky, not through a tent’s mosquito netting or a window or whatnot. A mosquito just landed on my nose, so it’s not clear to me I’ll break the streak.