I think I may as well accept that I awaken in tbe dead of night and am not tired. That means that I shall be up for a while. So this morning I was up at Three and not back asleep till Eight, and up again at Eleven. I got the trash out, made a trip to the bank, went to AA at noon, lunch with J. I swam 1750 meters, returned home, did a load of laundry, got into a food fight on Twitter for no good reason. Now it’s trainspotting til I decide what cartoons to watch. Popeye wins. That is always a good decision.

Life is pretty good.