I overslept.

I missed both Masses

I missed New Zealand’s inning.

I watch England work through the overs, a boundary here and there, as their batsmen succumb to untimely wickets.

I am enjoying coffee.

I think a croissant would be nice.

For that I must get up.

The paper came. Nothing worth reading about.

The impotent vacuous vector for advertising circulars is this eunuch of the harem of free speech.

The good and the bad of modern time.

A wonderful time to be a petit-bourgeois

Sorry, Mr Marx. You lost.