Later. A nap after writing this morning, another returning from lunch this afternoon, the lunch at the old company offices really quite good, the food excellent, now to prepare for photographing a wedding dinner party, as I mentioned, later this evening on the USS Hornet. Should be interesting, if the head holds, which I suspect it will, given the number of naps I've had.

Is this really a big deal?

I don't know. My feeling on all the sleeping is it can't be all that bad. You sleep because you're tired or your mind is pretty fucked up and you need to hide from some less than pleasant reality that is pushing its way in. I've not had any contact with reality for so long now I doubt it's me going off the deep end, just a little wade now and again in the shallow end of the pool. No diving boards, long distance swims or deep dives looking for treasure and ladies who've lost their swim suits, so I'm going with the body repairing whatever's gone wrong and, given enough of this sleep business, I'll start getting up again before noon. Not that getting up before noon has any great merit, of course, but I've heard it's a sign you've not given up completely on art, life and personal hygiene.