Waking up on day one of a trip I'd been planning for two and a half years, only to learn I'd slept through a historic storm was not the start I expected. My husband described it over breakfast. Trees were down across the city, the power was out, and water had found its way into our hotel room. I had no memory of any of it. That's either the soundest I've ever slept or proof I was more exhausted than I realized, and honestly, it might have been both.