Rob and I just returned home from Chicago, where we've been since Thursday. Rob attended a geek conference and, meanwhile, I fell more and more in love with the city each day. Details on that - and how I spent my birthday - to come.

Saturday night when we went to bed, Rob set the hotel alarm clock so he'd wake up in time for the morning session. In the middle of the night, I awoke to Rob repeatedly pressing buttons on the clock. Over and over and over again. And even though he was sitting up in order to reach the alarm clock, I knew he was doing all of this in his sleep.

"Rob, you already set the alarm clock. Remember? When you went to bed."

"Yeah, but I'm using a Bayesian method."

"Go back to sleep, babe."

"No, I need to work on this. One is yes and zero is no and..."

"It's okay - you've got it set for the right time. Come here and go back to sleep."

He did, sighing as he settled under the sheet. And I chuckled to myself. Because, holy shit, the dude said Bayesian in his sleep! I mean, most people don't even know what that is when they're awake! And, super holy shit, the dude freaking dreams in BINARY?! Um, geek-genius much? Sheesh.

And then I drifted off to sleep. You know, to dream about diagramming sentences and speaking only in iambic pentameter.