A solid 8

Every once in a while I get to experience the shear pleasure of eight hours of sleep, unencumbered by fitful dreams, remnants of daily tension,  or nature's interruptions, where I wake up with no trace of grogginess.  

One of the skills that I learned in architecture school was the ability to grab snippets of sleep and take advantage of them wholeheartedly, so as to avoid the dreaded all-nighters that literally wreak havoc on the body.  After about a half dozen of those I figured out that the body doesn't work well without that recharge opportunity.  I've gotten to really take advantage of those short snatches of slumber, usually around 5-6 hours nightly, sleeping hard.

No real point here, other than my appreciation of those opportunities to lose myself in the arms of morpheus, as my grandfather always used to say.