An amazing thing has happened. Our mattress arrived yesterday, and so we set up the bed (which is now hilariously tall, by the way--when did mattresses become so excessive?), and slept on it. I woke up this morning not sore.
I don't even remember the last time I woke up without feeling like dreamkill, run down in my sleep by the 18-wheelers of my subconscious. Wow. Life is a beautiful place of restful sleep and internet surfing and coffee. I may even survive my series of 5:30 a.m. starts this week. Rejoice!