Here I am awake. I tried to sleep. I really did. Maybe I did sleep, for an hour, not much more.

J has to be at work in a little less than 3 hours. I may be up to see her off.

For some reason I feel cold. I have a sweater on. I am watching a Carnaval parade from Ovar, Portugal. It has a naïve, homegrown quality to it, with crossdressing by whom I suspect are straight men. Lots of topsy turvy carnality. The low budget quality makes this Carnaval much more appealing than the over-the-top extravagance of Rio.

Maybe I am hungry. My arthritis is putting me on edge. Sometimes all I have to do is come downstairs and sit and I am sleepy. This is the case this morning. But I think I shall sleep in my clothes this morning however.