Friday Awoke at seven-thirty. I hadn't set the alarm, but hadn't expected to sleep in so late since I haven't slept in this long but for once to need the alarm that's set for six forty-five. My, my.

Piddled around reading the papers in bed, as the morning restaurant wasn't open this Christmas Day, and then piddled around for the rest of the day taking more naps than I have in a while. It is Christmas, I'm sure there's a psychological effect whether you think you're having one or not. Talked with the sister on the phone at around six and turned the lights out early thinking we've survived another one, we have.

And that's it? You're just crapping out?

Tired, as mention, needing the naps leaving the brain unable to focus on any of this.