I managed to finish an email that I’d started at 8 PM. Actually, I think that most of the intended email was lost, and I sent a list of things that had interrupted me, and the times.

So, after Claude (the girl) forcibly removed the somewhat inebriated younger fellow from the dining room while George, Nick and I looked on, I went around checking to see what doors were locked, and locking those that weren’t.

In the last couple of days the birds have been flocking. A mass of them wheeled over my head, near enough for me to hear each wing-flap, the air rushing by the feathers of many winged creatures.

Seems that I remain a nocturnal person. I’m fighting the good fight not to be, well, not really. Just keeping myself out of the 6 AM crowd. Which was pretty much me.

Got paid today, a surprise couple hundred bucks. I guess I’ve been doing a fair amount around here.

I miss Q-Tips. I keep forgetting to acquire them, but this just-after-shower time, I long to get the wetness out of my ears.

It isn’t getting bright as early as a month ago. I’m looking at the same sky, but the light is much less.

I guess I should stop wishing for things – it seems that each time I get to do something, I’m challenged to say “Well, I didn’t really want this much of…”