I did go back to bed. I slept a good three hours more. When I awoke again, I sort of dithered around a bit before going to the Y. I swam another 2500 meters, anticipating that my swim routine could be interrupted by the coming snow.
I visited a friend of mine in the hospital who suffered a stroke earlier in the week. He is only 45, but he smokes and is overweight. He is making progress but has a ways to go. He is paralyzed on his left side, but regaining the use of his leg.
I am tired. I have been pushing pretty hard. Time to rest.