Well, I was intending to sleep all day, but some things landed in the overnight email that require immediate attention, so I guess I’m going to sit here typing until I pass out on the keyboard. Some of what I type may even make sense. More coffee. Listening to IMAGINARY FILM MUSIC (VOLUME 2) by Richard Skelton. Summoning what are left of my powers. Inbox 15, 12C right now, dropping to 5C tonight, just to remind me that I live in England. Here we go.