Awakening.

Waking up slowly. Drinking real coffee since I need some liquid wake-up. As part of the clean-up effort to deal with the sewage disaster of last weekend, we're finally dealing with some stuff we've been putting off forever. So I'll shortly be helping taxlady wrestle a bookcase into the car to deliver to a friend, and we'll be throwing out a large collection of Byte magazines that no one wants. Then there's a bunch of cleaning and furniture moving to get done.

I'm aching already just thinking about it.

Inexplicable Flash Mayhem.

Its a strange flash game in which you crash into some poor sap with your bike, in an attempt to fling him as far as possible. My record is almost 800 meters.

Sleep.

I really should be asleep now. Especially because I promised to get up early tomorrow, and I was up too early today. And, there may be a breakfast outing with Liz and Terry, who appear to spontaneously be in town. If I can read Terry's mind with any skill at all, he'll want to go to the place where you prefer to arrive before 8:30 because its cheaper then. That means I should ALREADY be asleep if I want to get up on time. Meanwhile, instead I sit here and type this.

So. Me. Bed. Now.