Gloria was away, and, though Howard knew how to take care of himself, he missed her. He always missed her, and rarely slept well when she went to conferences. He hoped tomorrow would bring a better sleep; she would be back the day after. For now, though, he tossed, and turned, and sat up to make himself tea and toast, and read his book. There was no point in wasting this time, and maybe he could fall asleep anyway.