That's interesting about running 6 steps or 24 on beer late at night to fall asleep.
Last night I sampled the "Ugly Dog" stout at Dempsey's, they drive the beer with half CO2-half nitrogen which makes for a wonderful texture. I had to forgo watching the egrets in the redwoods outside on the patio, due to the semi-wet weather.
I crossed the old plank bridge over the Petaluma River, and found my way to the Hideaway. The Lagunitas IPA was good. The house was packed with 20-somethings, and I confess the beer is my friend when it comes to dancing with the wall.
The two miles home was wonderful, I slept fine, got up once and then slept some more. The lotus is always a challenge in the morning, the miracle of sitting without pain continues to arrive (at least for now), and I'd like to personally thank all the folks in the greater Bay Area who dance.
I love the healing circle the Bushmen do, they're my inspiration. I guess indigenous peoples all over the world have ceremonies in which they dance. What happened here!