I managed to stay asleep until 6:45, dreaming of shopping for fuschia and lemon yellow exercise wear and electric blue Vibram five-fingers that were on clearance, but all too big or small for me. Also, the dream involved a lot of driving around a weird Tyrolean version of Atlanta that was infested with vintage British sports cars. I was driving a beaut of a TR3.
I woke, realized it was a holiday and I had no immediate chores, and so I just lay there, idly surfing the intertubes on the iPad, normally a guaranteed soporific. When an hour had passed and I was still disgustingly awake, I came out here to the computer to pester you guys, and here I am.